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.

tank, making him the perfect

—The perfect warrior.

and grandest seat of all, which belonged

position occupied by none other than the Mercenary Gang

was the Black Magician—the last member of the Deadly

Destroyer, but the surviving two were standing representations of the epitome of the

for the superior

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

still a debated issue to date; who was

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

undeniably belonged

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

armor that the Obsidian Blade wore belonged to the very Dragon he killed. The staff of the Dark Magician was also

wearing his own custom item that

and it wrapped around his

all of these individuals seated, a clacking

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

Her blond hair swayed marvelously as her makeup amplified her

Scylla was just

beauty that had just appeared, the masked guard that walked behind her made it difficult to do

imposing presence that made sure everyone was on their

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

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

in the most glamorous

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

occupied first by Fenrir, and then Bleue who sat beside him. Her

unoccupied, but everyone knew who they were

seems like our dear friends are going to be late to the event."

the two whom they were expecting, the Dark Gathering wouldn't really hold any significance, so she genuinely wanted them to show