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

—The perfect warrior.

was seated beside the empty and grandest seat

was a position occupied by none other than

Black Magician—the last member of

in the room already knew what happened to Anukus, The Destroyer, but the surviving two were standing representations of the epitome of the Mercenary

the superior one, it

and his prowess made him difficult to deal with. However, the Dark Magician had Spells that bypassed

issue to date; who

of all was the person who

title undeniably belonged to

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

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

custom item

and it wrapped around his bulky neck

all of these individuals seated, a clacking

like a symphony that signaled something eerie, as she stepped into the room as if from

pure black gown. Her blond hair swayed marvelously as her

Scylla was

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

strong, imposing presence that made sure everyone was on their

his footsteps, but they could feel the increasing risk

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

in the most glamorous of

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

Bleue who sat beside him. Her right

last two seats remained unoccupied, but everyone knew who they were

friends are going to be late to the event." Scylla's voice

the two whom they were expecting, the Dark Gathering wouldn't really hold any significance, so she