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.

and a tank, making him the perfect offensive and defensive

—The perfect warrior.

the empty and grandest seat of all, which

was a position occupied by none other than

him was the Black Magician—the last member of the

but the surviving two were standing

to ask for the superior one, it would be difficult

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

issue to date; who was the more

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

undeniably belonged

of the Mercenary Gang had slayed Dragons, only Fenrir's

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

seemed to be wearing his own custom item that he obtained as a spoil

of Chaos, and it wrapped around

a clacking footstep began to echo

signaled something eerie, as she stepped into the room as if from

in a pure black gown. Her blond hair swayed marvelously as

Scylla was just

that had just appeared, the masked guard that walked behind her made

presence that made

footsteps, but they could feel the increasing risk

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

her seat in the most

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

side was occupied first by Fenrir, and then Bleue who sat beside him. Her right side had Noir, and then

two seats remained unoccupied, but

seems like our dear friends are going to be late to the event." Scylla's voice seemed to

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