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.

was precisely why Phobio went for a dense

think even that wasn't enough

slowly began

He suddenly heard a voice from

him

~WHOOM!~

in a flash,

on time, so he covered his

the approaching fist would have bashed his head at that

However…

~BOOOM!~

Class

dense shield made up of blood now manifested before him, defending him from

"Guh!"

generated by the attack was enough to cause Phobio to stagger a few steps back as his widened eyes watched as his

done." The Dragon's voice echoed past the crumbling

young man ducked to his side, barely avoiding the impact that caused the very ground

but he used his actively nimble

hair danced as he

so much luck a man

~WHOOSH!~

a new position, almost as if

there was

~BOOOM!~

that Phobio felt his body shooting him signals of instant pain as he was sent flying

Phobio's body dug a hole

lips as he helplessly remained hanging in

his chest

you understand now…? Why

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

rising from

bulging eyes were fixated on the

"You dare hit me…?!"

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

"YOU DARE?!"

the sphere touched Phobio, the crimson liquid exploded into a

form something

was forming had too much mass

this place is too cramped. Let's take this

a single word, the being flew high into the ceiling, creating a path for itself as debris

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"