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.

striker and a tank, making him the perfect offensive and defensive

—The perfect warrior.

Noir was seated beside the empty and grandest seat of all, which

the seat was a position occupied by none other than the

the Black Magician—the last member of

what happened to Anukus, The Destroyer, but the

superior one, it would be

combat adept, and his prowess made him difficult to deal with. However, the Dark

a debated issue to

minds of all was the person who could be deemed the

undeniably belonged

Heads of Destruction of the Mercenary Gang had

to the very Dragon he killed. The staff of the

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

Totem of Chaos, and it wrapped

a clacking footstep began to echo within the dark

symphony that signaled something eerie, as she stepped

hair

was

had just appeared, the masked guard that walked behind her made it

presence that made sure everyone

footsteps, but they could feel the increasing risk to

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

in the most glamorous

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

side was occupied first by Fenrir, and then Bleue who sat beside

remained unoccupied, but everyone knew who

be late to the event." Scylla's

expecting, the Dark Gathering wouldn't really hold any significance,