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.

that she was sensing the true presence

greater their senses were when it

might not be able to tell how strong an Expert is, but fellow

sense, ignorance really

could be made of this situation, where Scylla—a commoner in

it even

only went to show how frightening the

Scylla's instincts told her

—RUN!

*********

is this?

masked man—if he could even be called that—spoke, Fenrir's paralyzed

spasmed as he felt the weight

this…

It eluded Fenrir!

never felt anything like this

felt like a blade was placed right in front of him. If he even dared to take a single step forward…

least, in his current state… he

I didn't even activate [Greater Intense Bloodlust]…" The man in the mask

was wrong! I was

face despite shivering like someone

enough to kill Anukus! In

had been the one

from truly seeing

a joke I made…' Fenrir swallowed as

I possibly see the depths of this

start cleaning up the trash." The masked man spoke

inch, and he raised

He just stood there.

And—

~FWOOOSH!~

—The end arrived.

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

time at all, they became nothing but decapitated corpses, still

Fenrir wanted to scream, but

this is pretty useful. It's

smoke dancing at the top of a finger he raised

'W-when did he…?! How…?!'

not comprehend it. He just stood there, like

this looks like

words meant, the remaining bodies of all the nine hundred and