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.

seated beside the empty and grandest seat of all, which belonged

a position occupied by none other than

Black Magician—the last

Destroyer, but the

were to ask for the superior

However, the Dark

a debated issue to date; who was the

all was the person who could be deemed the strongest

title undeniably belonged to

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

that the Obsidian Blade wore belonged to the very

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

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

all of these individuals seated, a clacking footstep began

signaled something eerie, as she stepped into the room as if from thin

hair swayed marvelously as her makeup amplified her

was

that had just appeared, the masked guard that walked

a strong, imposing presence that made sure everyone was

increasing risk to their lives the closer

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

took her seat in the most

at the very head; a perfect representation of

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

remained unoccupied, but everyone knew

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

Gathering wouldn't really hold any significance, so she genuinely wanted them to show