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.

was sensing the true presence of the man in

was in power, the greater their senses were when

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

ignorance really is

Scylla—a commoner in terms

even possible?

only went to show how frightening

instincts told her

—RUN!

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this?

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

as he felt the weight

this…

It eluded Fenrir!

never felt anything like this in

like a blade was placed right in front of him. If he

his current state… he

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

was wrong! I was wrong to doubt

from Fenrir's face despite shivering like someone who

enough to kill Anukus!

been the one who was arrogant all

him from truly seeing the power of the one

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

I possibly see the depths of

it's time to start cleaning up the trash."

and he raised not a

He just stood there.

And—

~FWOOOSH!~

—The end arrived.

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

nothing but decapitated

Fenrir wanted to scream, but his lips wouldn't let

this is pretty

and saw smoke dancing at the top of a finger

'W-when did he…?! How…?!'

it. He just stood there, like a bumbling

best this looks like a bloodbath…

words meant, the remaining bodies