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

—The perfect warrior.

was seated beside the empty and grandest seat of

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

the Black Magician—the last member of the

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

any were to ask for the superior one, it would be difficult

However, the Dark Magician had Spells that bypassed the former's defenses, hence giving him an

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

all was the person who could be

undeniably belonged

each of the Heads of Destruction of the Mercenary Gang had slayed Dragons, only

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

item that he obtained as a

was the Totem of Chaos, and it wrapped around

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

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

they noticed Scylla in a pure black gown. Her blond hair swayed marvelously as her makeup amplified

was

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

a strong, imposing presence that made

but they could feel the increasing risk to their

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

in the most glamorous of

of seven seats, and hers was at the

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

but everyone

late to the event." Scylla's voice seemed

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