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.

she was sensing the true presence of

their senses were when it came to those who were

tell how strong an Expert is,

a sense, ignorance

made of this situation, where Scylla—a commoner in terms of strength—could feel the powerful presence of the man

it even possible?

how frightening

that moment, Scylla's instincts told her only

—RUN!

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is this?

could even be called that—spoke, Fenrir's

bulging eyes spasmed as he felt the weight of power

this… this

It eluded Fenrir!

felt anything

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

least, in his current state… he stood no chance at

[Greater Intense Bloodlust]…" The man in the mask

I was wrong! I was wrong to doubt

face despite shivering like someone

Anukus! In fact, he's stronger than

had been the one who was

seeing the power

swallowed as his eyes

I possibly see the

up

and

He just stood there.

And—

~FWOOOSH!~

—The end arrived.

instantly

time at all, they became nothing but decapitated corpses,

to scream, but his

is pretty

smoke dancing at the top of a finger

'W-when did he…?! How…?!'

comprehend it. He just stood there, like a bumbling

looks like

process what those words meant, the remaining bodies of all the nine hundred and ninety were sliced into many