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.

a tank, making

—The perfect warrior.

grandest seat of all, which

a position occupied by none other than the Mercenary Gang Leader,

was the Black Magician—the last

the room already knew what happened to Anukus, The Destroyer, but the surviving two were standing representations of the epitome of the

the superior one, it would

prowess made him difficult to deal with. However, the Dark Magician had

still a debated issue to date; who was the

minds of all was the person

undeniably

passed that each of the Heads of Destruction of the Mercenary Gang had slayed Dragons, only Fenrir's case had

the very armor that the Obsidian Blade wore belonged to the very Dragon he

also seemed to be wearing his own custom item that he obtained as

Chaos, and it wrapped around

of these individuals seated, a clacking

coordinated noise, like a symphony that signaled something eerie,

instantly turned in her 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 lips to appear even

Scylla was just

was easy to be amazed by the beauty that had just appeared, the masked guard that

strong, imposing presence that made sure

could hear his footsteps, but they could feel the increasing risk to their lives the closer he

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

took her seat in

seats, and hers was at the very head;

by Fenrir, and then Bleue who

two seats remained unoccupied, but everyone knew

be late to the event." Scylla's voice seemed to contain regret, though her

really hold any significance, so she genuinely wanted them to show