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.'

try fruitlessly to do so, attention was better spent

place where you could

for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled

instantly promoted to the rank

Fernand knew he deserved

was definitely strong enough to be among the

just had

this far… I won't be

brandished his blade as he glared at the man

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

activate his Skills and

room for

Blade]. [Swift Mind].

Skills that Fernand had—the very Skills that made him

mind move at such fast rates that

he could think very fast even in the shortest of

too, it would be

abilities so that they

be

his final Skill was what truly made him a nigh invincible

powerful and dense energy—Mana that had been

was Aura… the energy that cuts through all

could

'Die for your foolishness.'

closed the distance between him and his target in one breath,

defenses, I'll cut them

was the true nature of his

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

heavy

strike had definitely been heavier and faster

added Aura

why was this

'W-who are you?!'

at him, his eyes shining brightly

calm voice echoed in the air, and Fernand

wasn't in

activated, he was perceiving the

his Skills not working?

none of those

answer was very simple, but unacceptable to