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 and defensive

—The perfect warrior.

seated beside the empty and grandest seat of

the seat was a position occupied by none

Magician—the last member of

Destroyer, but the surviving two

for the superior one,

faster and combat adept, and his prowess made him difficult to deal with. However, the Dark Magician had Spells that bypassed the former's defenses, hence giving him an edge in their

still a debated issue to date;

in the minds of all was the person who could be deemed the strongest

title undeniably belonged to

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

Blade wore belonged to the very Dragon he

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

the Totem of Chaos, and it wrapped around his

clacking footstep began

coordinated noise, like a symphony that signaled something eerie, as she stepped into the room as if from

Scylla in a pure black gown. Her blond hair swayed marvelously as her makeup amplified her beauty and caused her

Scylla was just

to be amazed by the beauty that had just appeared, the

had a strong, imposing presence that made sure everyone was on

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

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

took her seat in the most glamorous of

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

who sat beside him. Her right side had

but everyone knew who they were

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

Dark Gathering wouldn't really hold any