An Extra’s POV

Darkness seeped through the cracks of the night.

It deepened, like ink spreading on paper, until the entire city was engulfed in it.

And so, once blackness reigned true… the Dark Gathering could begin in full.

A massive hall, separated from the world thanks to a barrier that rendered it both invisible and impenetrable, served as the venue.

It had no windows, yet due to Magic, the entire place was so cool that one's breath could nearly be seen just by breathing.

The walls were eerily black—same as the tiled ground.

Fortunately, there were purple carpets strewn all about, and the great neon-like chandelier rained down a wonderful gem-like ambiance upon the whole room.

The entire building belonged to none other than Scylla, and since that was where the Dark Gathering was unanimously agreed to be held, all members had no choice but to comply.

Hence, the members of this union began to trickle in.

Lord Bleue, with his lanky appearance and dark skin, walked in with his two bodyguards—the Duo of Death.

As for Lord Rouge, his flabby body was closely guarded by two other guards, each one a respectable member of the Mercenary Gang's most Elite Unit.

Lord Noir, who had apparently been the first to arrive, was already seated by the time these two arrived almost at the same minute.

They watched him sipping tea behind the round table that stood at the center of the room.

He was guarded by one of the Deadly Three, as well as another most Elite guard from his own private forces.

The Deadly Three member was none other than the Warrior of Darkness—Obsidian Blade: Ladon.

It was said that his skill in combat was unmatched, except by Fenrir, and his incredible armor was practically impenetrable.

as both a striker and a tank, making him the perfect offensive

—The perfect warrior.

empty and grandest seat of all,

left of the seat was a position occupied by none other than the Mercenary Gang Leader, Fenrir—The White

Black Magician—the last member

knew what happened to Anukus, The Destroyer, but the surviving two were standing representations

superior one, it

his prowess made him difficult to deal with. However, the Dark Magician had Spells that bypassed the former's

was still a debated issue to date; who

all was the person who could

title undeniably

rumors had passed that each of the Heads of Destruction of

that the Obsidian Blade wore belonged to the very Dragon he killed.

be wearing his own custom item that he

Totem of Chaos, and it wrapped around his bulky neck like

individuals seated, a clacking footstep

made coordinated noise, like a symphony that signaled something eerie,

direction, and they noticed Scylla in a pure black gown. Her blond hair swayed marvelously as her makeup amplified her beauty and caused her reddened

was

be amazed by the beauty that had just appeared, the

imposing presence that made sure

feel the increasing risk to their lives the closer

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

Lady took her seat in the most glamorous of

seven seats, and hers was at the very head; a perfect representation of the

by Fenrir, and then Bleue who sat beside him. Her right

two seats remained unoccupied, but everyone knew who

be late to the event."

wouldn't really hold any