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—

wasn't expecting any guests

he turned to

opened, and the overwhelming burst of fire charged in

~WHOOSH!~

Skills, he swiftly utilized Wind Magic to shroud

~BOOOOOOMMM!!!~

to escape the wrath of flames that would have melted him down to

fire danced in the air, Asher

him, lessening the impact he

on the floor above him, though—where

man stood there, his body shrouded by flames

the man jumped from his heights

~BOOM!~

his glorious landing, and his dark silhouette soon began to form the image

'T-this man…!'

hooded cloak, though his

wore no shirt, and he had black trousers under his

crimson red tattoos—were drawn all over his body, and his spiky red hair gave him

was well-built—with muscles that appeared perfectly

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

a few more markings on his face, marred by the

know who I am, kid?" He asked, his intimidating

his thirties, the man was referring to Asher—who still had the form

his disguise? Or was he

Asher could

He could only respond.

"You're… Anukus… the Destroyer?"

he watched the man's

'It really is him!'

was the very first time he would be seeing such

of the Deadly Three; the strongest trio among

called The Destroyer because everything

Class, and even his personality; they were all geared towards consuming

Warrior and the skills of a

no need to

on your work. If you do not

to the left and right as he

he spotted them, he would give his signal, and they would all retreat as fast

but I'll make

of the KariBlanc Group were what made up the