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.

didn't understand that she was sensing the

power, the greater their senses

how strong

sense, ignorance

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

even

show how frightening the

moment, Scylla's instincts told her only

—RUN!

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this? Much

even be called that—spoke, Fenrir's paralyzed

as he felt the weight of

is this… this

It eluded Fenrir!

had never felt anything

in front of him. If he even dared to

his current state… he stood no chance

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

man… I was wrong! I was wrong

despite shivering like someone who

kill Anukus! In fact, he's stronger

one who was

him from truly seeing

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

could I possibly see the depths

cleaning up the trash." The masked man spoke

move an inch, and he raised not

He just stood there.

And—

~FWOOOSH!~

—The end arrived.

beam of light surged through the room, instantly disintegrating the heads of all nine hundred and ninety armed Warriors and Mages where they

they became nothing but decapitated corpses, still

scream, but his lips wouldn't let

is pretty useful. It's fast and

and saw smoke dancing at the top of a finger

'W-when did he…?! How…?!'

He just stood there, like

looks like a

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