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.

both a striker and a tank,

—The perfect warrior.

grandest seat

the left of the seat was a position occupied by none other than the Mercenary Gang Leader,

was the Black Magician—the last member of the Deadly

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

the superior one, it would be difficult to

with. However,

still a debated issue to date; who was

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

title undeniably

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

belonged to the very

custom item that he obtained as a

of Chaos, and it wrapped around

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

like a symphony that signaled something eerie,

turned in her direction, and they noticed Scylla in a pure black gown. Her blond hair swayed marvelously as her makeup

Scylla was just

by the beauty that had just appeared, the masked guard

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

the increasing risk to their lives

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

her seat in the most glamorous

was at the very head; a perfect representation of the power she currently

occupied first by Fenrir, and then Bleue who sat beside

but everyone knew who

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

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