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.

both a striker and a tank, making him the perfect offensive

—The perfect warrior.

the empty and grandest

of the seat was a position occupied by none other than the Mercenary Gang Leader, Fenrir—The

him was the Black Magician—the

room already knew what happened to Anukus, The Destroyer, but the surviving two were standing

any were to ask for the superior one,

to deal with. However, the Dark Magician had Spells that bypassed the former's defenses, hence giving

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

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

undeniably

that each of the Heads of Destruction of the Mercenary Gang had

the very Dragon he killed. The staff

item that

of Chaos, and it wrapped around his bulky neck like a charmed

seated, a clacking footstep began to echo within the

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

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

was

while it was easy to be amazed by the beauty that had just

strong, imposing presence that made sure

increasing risk to their lives the closer he drew

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

her seat in the

hers was at the very head; a perfect representation of the

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

last two seats remained unoccupied, but everyone knew

going to be late to the event." Scylla's voice seemed to contain regret, though her wicked smile showed the

the Dark Gathering wouldn't really hold any significance, so she genuinely