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.

understand that she was sensing the true presence

senses were when it came

how strong

ignorance really

this situation, where Scylla—a commoner in terms of strength—could

it even possible?

how frightening the entity before them

instincts told her only one

—RUN!

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this? Much

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

felt the weight of power halt his

is this…

It eluded Fenrir!

never felt anything like this

If he even dared

least, in his current state… he stood

didn't even activate [Greater Intense Bloodlust]…" The man in the

I was wrong! I was wrong to doubt

face despite shivering like someone who

kill Anukus! In fact, he's

had been the one who was

blinded him from truly seeing the power

swallowed as his

possibly see the

up the trash." The masked man spoke

an inch, and he raised

He just stood there.

And—

~FWOOOSH!~

—The end arrived.

the eye could dare to process, a beam of light surged through the room, instantly disintegrating the heads of all nine hundred and ninety

became nothing

Fenrir wanted to scream, but his lips

is pretty useful.

man and saw smoke dancing at the top of a finger he raised

'W-when did he…?! How…?!'

just stood

best this looks like a bloodbath… for

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