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.

and a tank, making

—The perfect warrior.

beside the empty and grandest seat of all,

a position occupied by none other than the Mercenary

Black Magician—the last

room already knew what happened to Anukus, The Destroyer, but the surviving

to ask for the superior one, it would

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

a debated issue to date; who was the more superior

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

title undeniably belonged

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

Blade wore belonged to the very Dragon

be wearing his own custom item

of Chaos, and it wrapped around

these individuals seated, a clacking

made coordinated noise, like a symphony that signaled something eerie, as she stepped into the

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

Scylla was

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

imposing presence that

the increasing risk

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

seat in the most

at the very

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

remained unoccupied, but everyone

like our dear friends are going to be late to the event." Scylla's

expecting, the Dark Gathering wouldn't really hold any significance, so she genuinely wanted them