An Extra’s POV

The air grew increasingly tense as the army of men began to fall within sight.

Aurora stood still, her stoic demeanor unchanging for even the slightest second, as she watched the silhouettes of the humans draw closer.

They were on horses—all of whom were enchanted to move faster than normal while experiencing as little fatigue as possible.

The man at the forefront, while initially nothing but a blur, soon became a clear image for Aurora.

'He must be their leader…' She thought to herself.

He had a fur coat on—resembling the hide of a white wolf—and he had nothing else on for a shirt, so his entire chest was exposed for all to see.

His baggy trousers firmly stayed at both sides of the mount he wielded, and his long, unruly hair made him look more animalistic than man.

He had glowing orange eyes that belonged to a predator, and his determined gaze had no hint of fear.

There was no doubt in Aurora's mind.

'He's the leader. Those two who are close to him must be his captains.'

One of the men was dressed like a Mage—with a purple hooded cape covering his face, and a somehow elaborate garb that served as his entire attire.

He had jewels decorating his hands and neck, which were clearly Enchanted Items, and stuck behind him—like a spear or sword—was a gnarled staff of some sort.

The man was most likely a user of Magic, according to Aurora's analysis.

As for the second man, he had heavy armor on—from head to toe.

His face wasn't even exposed thanks to the helmet he wore. He only had his visor—meant for seeing—and punctures close to his ears and nose so he could breathe and listen.

The heavy armor he had on was obsidian black, though it had silver designs all around.

Aurora could see no blade with the man, but she knew he had to use some kind of weapon.

'Does he have an ability to conjure weapons? Or maybe he's storing them somewhere. Perhaps a Spatial Ring or something of the sort…'

Aurora knew humans were very innovative with technology, something that Elves had no experience in.

She didn't think it made their race any better than hers, though, considering what they had to do to arrive at such a precipice.

Nature

that Fenrir wore,

of powerful Monster. By killing

meant they had

was only

It was disgusting.

it seems even

they were essentially endorsing the wicked acts of mankind. The only way Aurora could justify

done it anyway, even if we

to this mental gymnastics that she

case, the fight draws near. I have already strengthened my resolve

They had very little to no experience

a compliment to say that man was more

fight humans. Their prowess and endless wickedness could prove to be

peace

only

sheer violence, and I'm prepared for that. As long as I do not kill them, then

matter how vile humans were, they weren't deserving of

her hands

more and noticed

longer distant, but were now concrete men who were not too far away from Aurora and

three hundred men. They don't appear particularly threatening, but I can not

closed her eyes and gave a

opened it slowly and summoned

was an ashen staff—almost white—and she tightly gripped

was a staff only elders could wield, as it came from the

meant that she had no intention of

the Elves behind her looked shocked at her decision. However, they could not question

actions were for the benefit of

echoed as her

will get past

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as they neared the entrance of the KariBlanc Eastern

expected to be greeted by the Dragon,

Until now…

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