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.

why Phobio went for

that wasn't

eased facade slowly began to

turn." He suddenly heard a voice from the Dragon in front

scared him to his

~WHOOM!~

the distance between them in a flash,

so

the approaching fist would have bashed his head at

However…

~BOOOM!~

second Class privilege

him, defending

"Guh!"

to stagger a few steps back as his widened eyes watched

not done." The Dragon's voice echoed past the crumbling blood as he rushed

evade!' The young man ducked to his side, barely

actively nimble body to avoid the slew of attacks he

hair danced

only so much luck a

~WHOOSH!~

appeared right as Phobio moved to a new position, almost as if he had

was

~BOOOM!~

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

cracked as Phobio's body

his lips as he

mess on his

you understand now…? Why

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

was rising from his

Phobio's bulging eyes were fixated on the Dragon as

"You dare hit me…?!"

the blood that

"YOU DARE?!"

the sphere touched Phobio, the crimson liquid

coalesced to form something massive, with Phobio

the thing that was forming had

cramped.

Phobio could say a single word, the being flew high into the ceiling, creating a path for

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"