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.

sensing the true presence of

one was in power, the greater their senses were

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

sense, ignorance really

made of this situation, where Scylla—a commoner in terms of

even possible?

how frightening the

Scylla's instincts told her only

—RUN!

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this? Much

masked man—if he could even be

he felt the weight of power

this… this

It eluded Fenrir!

anything like this in his

front of him. If he even dared to take a single

his current state… he stood no chance

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

man… I was wrong! I was wrong to

from Fenrir's face despite

to kill Anukus!

been the one who was arrogant

seeing the power of the one before

as his eyes took in

possibly see the

up the trash." The masked

didn't move an inch, and he raised not

He just stood there.

And—

~FWOOOSH!~

—The end arrived.

instantly disintegrating the heads of all nine hundred and ninety armed Warriors and

nothing but decapitated corpses,

scream, but his lips wouldn't

think this is pretty useful. It's fast

the masked man and saw smoke dancing at the top

'W-when did he…?! How…?!'

just stood there, like a

like

process what those words meant, the remaining bodies of