An Extra’s POV

~WHOOSH!~

The vertical strike was smooth and straightforward.

It was bound to slice through his opponent from head to toe; shattering his skull and rending every organ he had inside.

It would be like a hot knife running through butter!

The attack descended.

Then—

~CLANG!~

As soon as the blood sword reached the Dragon's head, a loud noise filled the room.

… Almost as if the blade had hit an unbreakable wall.

Phobio took a few steps back in recoil as his brain tried to process the whole thing.

'H-huh…? What just happe—?!'

Before he could complete his line of thoughts, the blade that he now held in his trembling hand shattered before his very eyes and scattered about like glass.

'What?!'

The glass-like components of the blade turned into blood and soon returned to the orb that hovered beside Phobio.

As long as he was still alive, and there was still blood, it would gather around him.

That was a Special Privilege of his Class.

However, Phobio wasn't concerned about any benefits or Class at the moment.

Only one thing filled his mind.

'How did this guy… shatter my blade.

The blade was made of concentrated blood—the kind that had the combined fluid of hundreds of people.

'I don't see any armor or Skill being used. Is he just that durable?'

Dragons were famed to be the strongest in H'Trae, so it was a given that they would have tough skins.

Phobio went for

that wasn't enough to do any

slowly

turn." He suddenly heard a voice from the

scared him to

~WHOOM!~

flash, sending his

so he covered his

like a pitiful coward, and the approaching fist would

However…

~BOOOM!~

second Class privilege

now manifested before him, defending him from the fiend that would have surely

"Guh!"

to stagger a few steps back as his widened eyes watched as his

the crumbling blood as he rushed

his side, barely avoiding the impact

to his location, but he used his actively nimble body to avoid the slew of attacks

danced as he

much luck a man could

~WHOOSH!~

appeared right as Phobio moved to a new position,

was no

~BOOOM!~

punch carried so much weight that Phobio felt his body shooting him signals of instant pain as he was

thing cracked as Phobio's body dug a hole in

out of his lips as he helplessly remained hanging in

mess on his chest

Why

the Dragon's voice echoed in Phobio's ears, he could feel something

rising from

Phobio's bulging eyes were fixated on the Dragon as he

"You dare hit me…?!"

vast expanse, all the blood that had been gathered slowly began

"YOU DARE?!"

the

to form something massive,

trembled, and the ground cracked as the thing that was forming had too

cramped. Let's

word, the being flew high into the ceiling, creating a path for

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"