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

—The perfect warrior.

the empty and grandest seat of all, which belonged to

by none other than

the Black Magician—the last member of the Deadly

Destroyer, but the surviving two were standing representations of the epitome of

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

prowess made him difficult to deal with. However, the Dark Magician had

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

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

undeniably

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

the very

to be wearing his own custom item that

Chaos, and it wrapped around his

clacking footstep began to echo within

coordinated noise, like a symphony that signaled something

blond hair swayed marvelously as her makeup amplified her beauty and

was

had just appeared,

a strong, imposing presence that

could feel the increasing risk to their lives the closer

Until finally—

"Greetings, friends!" Scylla beamed.

in the most glamorous

was at the very head; a perfect

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

seats remained unoccupied, but everyone knew who

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

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