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.

the true

higher one was in power, the greater their senses were when it came

a commoner might not be able to tell how strong an Expert is, but fellow Experts could

sense, ignorance really

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

even

show how frightening the entity before them

instincts told her only

—RUN!

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this? Much

man—if he could even be called that—spoke,

as he felt the weight of power halt

this…

It eluded Fenrir!

never felt anything

If he even dared to take a single step forward… he was

state… he

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

wrong! I was wrong to doubt

from Fenrir's face despite

strong enough to kill Anukus! In

been the one who was

seeing the power of the one

right. What a joke I made…' Fenrir swallowed as his eyes took in the

see the

suppose it's time to start cleaning up the

didn't move an inch, and he

He just stood there.

And—

~FWOOOSH!~

—The end arrived.

light surged through the room, instantly disintegrating the heads of all nine

nothing but decapitated corpses, still having

scream, but

pretty useful. It's fast

dancing at

'W-when did he…?! How…?!'

it. He just

this looks like a bloodbath…

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