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

senses were when

how strong an Expert is, but fellow Experts could gauge each other's

ignorance really is

in terms of strength—could feel

it even

how frightening the entity before them

moment, Scylla's instincts told her only one

—RUN!

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this? Much

masked man—if he could even be called that—spoke, Fenrir's paralyzed body trembled even

felt the weight of

this…

It eluded Fenrir!

never felt anything like this in his

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

current state… he stood no

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

I was wrong

face despite shivering like

kill Anukus! In fact, he's stronger than

the one

truly seeing the power of the

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

I possibly see the depths of

cleaning up the trash."

move an inch, and he raised

He just stood there.

And—

~FWOOOSH!~

—The end arrived.

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

at all, they became nothing but decapitated corpses,

Fenrir wanted to scream, but his lips

is pretty useful. It's fast and

smoke dancing at the top of a finger he raised

'W-when did he…?! How…?!'

He just

this looks like a bloodbath…

those words meant, the remaining bodies of