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 perfect warrior.

grandest seat of

of the seat was a position occupied by none

Black Magician—the last member of the Deadly

what happened to Anukus, The Destroyer, but the surviving two were

ask for the superior

adept, and his prowess made him difficult to deal with. However, the

was still a debated issue to date;

topic that was already settled in the minds of all was the person who

title undeniably belonged

of the Heads of Destruction of the

to the very Dragon he killed. The staff of the Dark Magician was

his own custom item that he obtained as a spoil

and it wrapped around his

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

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

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

was

was easy to be amazed by the beauty that had just appeared, the

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.

Lady took her seat in

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

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

remained unoccupied, but everyone

dear friends are going to be late to the event."

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