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.'

fruitlessly to do so,

smaller place where you

search for purpose and superiority, Fernand stumbled upon

promoted to the

Fernand knew

strong enough to be

had to

far… I won't be stopped by the likes

at the man he would

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

Skills and strike

room for hubris

Mind]. [Elevate]. [Aura

had—the very Skills that made him a deadly force

[Swift Mind] made his weapon and mind move at such fast rates that time seemed to slow down

he could think very fast

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

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

to be

what truly made him a nigh

dense energy—Mana

was Aura… the energy

side, he could easily cut down a nobody that

'Die for your foolishness.'

target in one breath, his blade already raised to

have defenses, I'll cut them

was the true nature of

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

again, Fernand met heavy resistance

had definitely been heavier and faster

even added Aura to

how… why was this man's

'W-who are you?!'

at him, his eyes shining brightly

voice echoed in the air, and Fernand

wasn't in

being activated, he was perceiving the opponent in

We're his Skills not working? Had

none of those were the

was very simple, but unacceptable to