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.

a tank, making him the

—The perfect warrior.

the empty and grandest seat of all, which

the seat was a position occupied by none other than the Mercenary Gang

him was the Black Magician—the last member of the Deadly

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

to ask for the superior one, it would

to deal with. However, the Dark Magician had

result, it was still a debated issue to date; who

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

title undeniably

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

the very armor that the Obsidian Blade wore belonged to the very Dragon he killed. The staff

be wearing his own custom item that he obtained as

wrapped around his bulky

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

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

instantly turned in her direction, and they noticed Scylla in a pure black gown. Her blond hair

Scylla was just

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

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

increasing risk to their lives the closer

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

her seat in the most glamorous of

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

side was occupied first by Fenrir, and then Bleue who sat beside him. Her right side had Noir,

two seats remained unoccupied, but everyone knew who they were

to the event." Scylla's voice

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