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 any guests

from behind Asher. However, the moment he turned to

felt like a floodgate had been opened, and the overwhelming burst of fire charged in

~WHOOSH!~

and [Basic Elemental Affinity] Skills, he swiftly

~BOOOOOOMMM!!!~

apart like cookies, and Asher was able to escape the wrath of flames that would have melted him down

the sparks of fire danced in the air, Asher swiftly used a

the impact he would have on

the floor above him, though—where

his body shrouded by flames so

Asher could even respond, the man jumped from

~BOOM!~

welcomed his glorious landing, and his dark silhouette

'T-this man…!'

though

no shirt, and he had

tattoos—were drawn all over his body, and his spiky

well-built—with muscles that appeared

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

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

asked, his intimidating presence burning itself into

merely appearing to be in his thirties, the man was referring to Asher—who still had the form of

he see through his disguise? Or was he merely looking

Asher could not

He could only respond.

"You're… Anukus… the Destroyer?"

as he watched the man's

'It really is him!'

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

was one of the Deadly Three; the strongest trio among the Nine Heads of

called The Destroyer because everything

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

say he has the strength of a Warrior and the skills of a Mage.' Asher gulped

need to

apologize for intruding on your work. If you do not

darted to the left and right as he searched for his

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

make

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