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.

she was sensing the

the greater their senses were when it came to

to tell how strong an Expert is, but fellow Experts could gauge each

sense, ignorance

in terms of strength—could feel the powerful presence of the man

it even possible?

how frightening the entity before them

moment, Scylla's instincts

—RUN!

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this? Much

be called that—spoke, Fenrir's paralyzed body trembled even

felt the weight of

this…

It eluded Fenrir!

felt anything like

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

least, in his current state… he stood no chance

even activate [Greater Intense Bloodlust]…" The

was wrong! I was

Fenrir's face despite shivering like someone who

enough to kill Anukus! In fact, he's

been the one who

truly seeing the power

swallowed as his eyes took in

I possibly see the depths

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

move an inch, and

He just stood there.

And—

~FWOOOSH!~

—The end arrived.

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

nothing but decapitated corpses, still

to scream, but his lips

this is pretty

the masked man and saw smoke dancing at the top of

'W-when did he…?! How…?!'

couldn't not comprehend it. He just stood there, like

like a bloodbath… for

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