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 so, attention was better

place where you could be the

superiority, Fernand stumbled upon the Mercenary Gang

instantly promoted to the

Fernand knew

to be among the

had to merit

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

as he glared at the

but it seems you simply want to die a swift

Skills and strike at full

room for

Blade]. [Swift Mind]. [Elevate]. [Aura

very Skills that made him a deadly

mind move at such fast rates that time seemed to slow

very fast even in the shortest

moving very fast too, it would be too

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

fast to be evaded

what truly made him a nigh

powerful and dense energy—Mana that had

Aura… the energy

he could

'Die for your foolishness.'

distance between him and his target in one breath, his blade already raised

you have defenses,

the true nature

~CLANG!~

'W-what?!'

Fernand met heavy resistance

been heavier

even added

was this man's defenses

'W-who are you?!'

looked at him, his eyes shining brightly as Fernand

voice echoed

wasn't in

his Skills being activated, he was perceiving the

Skills not working? Had he slowed

of those were

answer was very simple, but