An Extra’s POV

'T-this guy…!'

Fernand felt a burning rage course through his veins as he looked at the man who stood just a few meters from him.

'He has the audacity to show me his back?!'

Fernand already knew he was strong, wasn't this bordering on the line of hubris?

'I was caught off guard when he sent that pulsating attack that created distance between us.'

Still, that didn't give the fool a license to let his guard down in front of a powerful opponent.

Fernand knew he certainly wasn't going to be hit by that attack again.

'So why is he being so lax? Is he that confident in his victory? Or is he just a foolish youth who doesn't know his place?'

Fernand was willing to bet on the latter.

'It seems he hasn't experienced the ultimate disgrace—not like I have. He doesn't know there are bigger fish in this world.'

There was always someone stronger.

As a warrior, that realization had driven him to hone his strength and work even harder to reach his determined destination.

For many, though, this realization often came with despair.

They could never truly be the strongest since there was always going to be someone who was more talented or skilled that would surpass the strongest.

He experienced this when he was the Head Warrior and was bested by a Warrior within his ranks.

Back then, he had lost in every sense of the word—a fact that he wasn't willing to accept until he finally reflected on everything.

He was weaker than the current Head Warrior. He knew that.

After his disgrace, he remained in the Royal Estate in an attempt to regain his position, but nothing worked.

No matter how hard he trained, or how much work he put in, Brutus was always stronger.

He struggled against the tides so much that he began to sink so deep.

That was when an Epiphany hit him.

'There are some opponents you just can't surpass.'

than try fruitlessly to do so, attention was better spent

place where you

search for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon

the rank of

knew he

enough to be among

just had

now that I've finally made it this far… I won't

his blade as he glared at the man he would

to fight as a warrior, but it seems you simply want

to activate his Skills and strike

no room

Mind]. [Elevate]. [Aura

that Fernand had—the very Skills that made him a

and mind move at such fast

could think very fast even in the

sword moving very fast too, it would be too fast for any

improved his physical abilities so that they could match his mind and weapon's speed… made him a

to be evaded

Skill was what truly made him a

weapon with powerful and dense energy—Mana that had been compressed

was Aura… the energy that cuts

he could easily cut down a nobody that stood

'Die for your foolishness.'

and his target in

not you have defenses, I'll cut them all

was the true nature of

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

heavy resistance from

heavier and faster than

added

how… why was this man's

'W-who are you?!'

in the mask slowly looked at him, his eyes shining brightly as Fernand felt his body

you…" His calm voice echoed in the air, and Fernand heard every

wasn't in slow

was perceiving the

that? We're his Skills not working? Had

those

was very simple,