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 presence of the man in the

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

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

ignorance really is

commoner in terms of strength—could feel the powerful

even possible?

to show how frightening

instincts told her only one

—RUN!

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this? Much

could even be called that—spoke, Fenrir's paralyzed

as he felt

this… this

It eluded Fenrir!

anything

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

state… he

didn't even activate [Greater Intense Bloodlust]…"

man… I was wrong! I was wrong to

despite shivering like

strong enough to kill Anukus! In

had been the one who was arrogant all

truly seeing the

made…' Fenrir swallowed as his eyes took in the masked one in all

could I possibly see the depths of

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

didn't move an inch, and he raised

He just stood there.

And—

~FWOOOSH!~

—The end arrived.

through the room, instantly disintegrating the heads

nothing but decapitated

but his

think this is pretty

looked at the masked man and saw smoke dancing at the top of

'W-when did he…?! How…?!'

it. He just stood there, like a

best this looks like a bloodbath…

remaining bodies of all