An Extra’s POV

Scylla was enjoying herself as she watched in silence.

This entire exchange was proving to be a lot more entertaining than she expected.

'It's making me so hungry…' She licked her lips as she watched Fenrir's wild grin.

'Looks like he's very confident. I suppose I was concerned for nothing, after all.'

Scylla wasn't a fighter, so she knew nothing about sensing the abilities of her opponents.

She only knew one thing about this entire exchange.

'Fenrir will win!'

"Ahh… I see what the issue is." The voice of the man in the mask suddenly filled the room.

He itched the back of his head a little, almost as if he was an incorrigible klutz.

"It seems [Grand Concealment] was still active. My bad…"

His whispers were barely audible, but Scylla caught on to those words.

'[Grand Concealment]? What's that?'

"Pfft! There's no need to keep up your bluff!" Fenrir yelled out, flinging his chair away as he stepped away from the table.

He seemed to be in a hurry to cause bloodshed, a sight that relieved Scylla from the slight unease that was beginning to form within her.

'That's right, Fenrir! Just finish the job right here and now!'

" I'll just end it with one mo—!"

~VWUUUUUUUUUUMMMM!~

An unbelievable pressure suddenly enveloped the room, instantly silencing Fenrir and everyone else who dared to leak out a single sound.

'E-eh…?' Scylla felt her body shaking. 'W-what is this?'

She couldn't understand it.

She could barely move her body, but she looked around her and found that she wasn't the only one trembling like a scared little child.

All the Warriors and Mages that she was counting on were also shivering.

'M-my body feels so cold… and heavy!'

Scylla couldn't grasp it.

didn't understand that she was sensing the true presence of

power, the greater their senses were when it came to those who were truly

tell how strong an Expert is, but fellow Experts could gauge each

a sense, ignorance really

Scylla—a commoner in terms of strength—could feel the powerful presence of

even

how frightening the entity

instincts

—RUN!

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this? Much

could even be called

spasmed as he felt the weight of power halt

is this… this

It eluded Fenrir!

felt anything like this in his

of him. If he even dared to take a single step forward… he was going to

his current state…

it took? I didn't even activate [Greater Intense Bloodlust]…" The man in

I was wrong! I was wrong

from Fenrir's face despite shivering like someone who

to kill Anukus! In fact, he's

had been the one who was arrogant all

from truly seeing

made…' Fenrir swallowed as his eyes

possibly see the depths of this

suppose it's time to start cleaning up the trash." The masked

inch, and he

He just stood there.

And—

~FWOOOSH!~

—The end arrived.

the eye could dare to process, a beam of light surged through the room, instantly disintegrating the heads of all nine hundred and ninety armed Warriors

they became nothing but decapitated corpses,

wanted to scream, but his lips wouldn't

pretty useful. It's fast and

the masked man and saw smoke dancing at the

'W-when did he…?! How…?!'

it. He just stood

like a bloodbath… for

process what those words meant, the remaining bodies of all the nine hundred