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 offensive and

—The perfect warrior.

empty and grandest seat of all, which belonged to Scylla—of

a position occupied by none

was the Black Magician—the last

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

superior one, it

prowess made him difficult to deal with. However, the Dark Magician had Spells that bypassed the former's defenses, hence giving him an edge in

issue to date; who was the

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

title undeniably

Heads of Destruction of the Mercenary Gang had slayed

very Dragon he killed. The staff of

custom item that he obtained

and it wrapped around his bulky neck like a charmed

all of these individuals seated, a clacking footstep began to

a symphony that signaled something eerie, as she stepped into

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

was just

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

presence that

could hear his footsteps, but they could feel the increasing risk to their lives the closer

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

her seat in the

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

occupied first by Fenrir, and then Bleue who sat

but everyone knew who

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

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