An Extra’s POV

"Haaa… haaa…"

Blood. Gore. Brutalized human meat that felt downright despicable.

… It felt wrong.

As Asher heaved heavy sighs, his eyes occupied with the several blurs of red that danced in his eyes, he tried his best to find survivors.

There were none.

Everyone in the burning building had been cooked to an overwhelmingly fine degree. Some had whole bodies, and some had chopped-up ones.

In the end, they were made equal in death.

Asher struggled to make it through the flames, thanking his Enchanted Cloak for the heat resistance and durability additions that it provided.

If not for it, as well as his other Enchanted Items, he would have been cooked as well.

The central manor of the Jaune Councilor had several areas, but Asher was focused on only one.

The man—Lord Jaune's—office itself.

'There's not much use for a man who has lost his resources, but a Councilor is still a Councilor…'

With this line of thought, Asher navigated his way through the building's flames and made his way into the place.

Unfortunately for this, when he arrived in Lord Jaune's office…

"My God."

… The man's diced up flesh was arranged to form a corpse on the wall, and flames slowly burned through it.

An aroma of cooked meat filled the room, different from the choking and unbearable atmosphere outside.

Once Asher saw this, he knew he had struggled for nothing.

'He's dead.'

With the Councilor dead, there was no longer any need to be here.

'This merciless execution… it could have only been the Mercenary Gang.' Asher's suspicions were now confirmed.

Were they hired by Scylla and her forces? Have they completely gone over to their side?

As Asher had these thoughts, he moved closer to the corpse; perhaps to find a clue about what had happened before his arrival.

Then—

expecting

moment he turned to look, an explosion

opened, and the overwhelming burst

~WHOOSH!~

Skills, he swiftly utilized Wind Magic

~BOOOOOOMMM!!!~

walls broke apart like cookies, and Asher was able to escape the wrath of flames that would

air, Asher swiftly used a Wind Spell to guarantee his

him, lessening the impact he would have on the floor as he

were on the floor above him, though—where he had jumped out

shrouded by flames so it

respond, the man jumped

~BOOM!~

shattered as it welcomed his glorious landing, and his dark silhouette soon began to form the image of

'T-this man…!'

hooded cloak, though

and he had black trousers under

body, and his spiky red hair gave him an air

well-built—with muscles that appeared perfectly

would be a great warrior, but thanks to the Magic display just now, it was clear he was also a

more markings on his face, marred by the maniacal grin he had

He asked, his intimidating presence burning itself into Asher's

merely appearing to be in his thirties, the man was referring to Asher—who

his disguise? Or was he merely

Asher could not

He could only respond.

"You're… Anukus… the Destroyer?"

he watched the man's grin widen in

'It really is him!'

of him, but this was the very first time he would be

one of the Deadly Three; the strongest trio

was called The Destroyer because everything about

were all geared

strength of a Warrior and the skills of a Mage.' Asher gulped as he crouched a

need to

If you do

left and right

his signal, and they would

make sure

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