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.'

to do

smaller place where you

in a search for purpose and superiority, Fernand

to the rank of the Heads

Fernand knew he deserved

was definitely strong enough to

had to merit

that I've finally made it this far… I

blade as he glared at the man he would soon

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

activate his Skills and strike at full

room for

[Swift Mind]. [Elevate].

Skills that Fernand had—the very Skills that made him a deadly force that could not

weapon and mind move at such fast rates that time seemed to

happened, he could think very fast even

would be too fast for any

his physical abilities so that they could match his mind

be evaded or

truly

imbued his weapon with powerful and dense

was Aura… the energy that cuts

on his side, he could easily cut down a

'Die for your foolishness.'

in one breath, his blade already raised

you have defenses, I'll cut them

true

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

again, Fernand met heavy resistance from his

heavier

added Aura to

was this man's defenses

'W-who are you?!'

him, his eyes shining brightly as Fernand felt his

already told you…" His calm voice echoed in

it wasn't

being activated, he was perceiving

Skills not

none of those were

was very simple, but