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

—The perfect warrior.

beside the empty and grandest seat of all, which belonged to Scylla—of

occupied by none other than the Mercenary Gang

was the Black Magician—the last member of the Deadly

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

superior one, it would be difficult to

deal with. However, the

it was still a debated issue to date; who was the

minds of all was the person who could

title undeniably belonged

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

very Dragon he

wearing his own custom item that he obtained as a

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

these individuals seated, a clacking footstep began to echo within the dark

high-heel shoes made coordinated noise, like a symphony that signaled something eerie, as she stepped into the room as if from thin

blond hair swayed marvelously as her makeup amplified her beauty and caused her reddened

Scylla was just

while it was easy to be amazed by the beauty that had just appeared, the masked guard that walked behind her

a strong, imposing presence that made sure

they could feel the increasing risk to their lives

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

in

was at the

occupied first by Fenrir, and then Bleue who sat beside

unoccupied, but

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

two whom they were expecting, the Dark Gathering wouldn't really hold