An Extra’s POV

"A-ahh…?"

Scylla had never seen so much blood rush out in a single moment.

She found the sight beautiful… but that was only for a second.

Soon, she realized just what kind of dread awaited her. She wasn't the one causing the rain of blood, after all.

It was the enemy!

'This wasn't… this wasn't in the plan at all…!'

How could nearly a thousand people die in a flash? It was unheard of!

Impossible!

'Even my own can't…!' She swallowed hard as she looked at her stationary guard.

It seemed he too was stunned by what was happening.

'Damnit! Damnit! This isn't… this isn't how it was supposed to go!'

Scylla held her breath for some reason, perhaps hoping the man in the dark mask wouldn't be able to detect her if she didn't breathe.

However—

~ZZZZRRRNNGGG!~

—Her pledge of silence was cut short by the vibrations that echoed from her ring.

'W-what?! Not now! Why are you calling me now?!'

Scylla felt sweat gather all over her face as all attention turned to her the instant her ring began vibrating.

"A communication ring, huh? You placed your Communication tool in a Spatial Ring for easier communication, I see…"

The words of the masked man caused her to shiver down to her bones.

'H-he figured it all out…?!'

She was meant to receive a call once the Royal Capital's mission was complete.

She didn't expect to receive it so soon, but it seemed like they were done on their end pretty quickly.

'M-maybe if they return to provide backup… we might stand a chance…?!'

But how was that even possible?

They were hundreds and hundreds of miles apart from each other. It was impossible to even dream of getting backup anytime soon.

"Pick the call."

"E-eh…?" Scylla muttered as she heard the masked man speak to her.

This would be the first time they would talk to each other, and she felt an overwhelming weight descend upon her.

It made her nauseous.

"Pick. The. Call."

would happen if she

—Instant death!

"O-okay…"

projected a communication tool, which in

could hear screams in the background, with echoes

had carried out their duties to the utmost

her thought, while another part

the masked man was directed at them? Now

us all

was completely

Scylla,

thoughts

too strong! He's slaughtering

send reinforcements, Lady

closing in!

didn't know where and how to begin processing the information she was

'T-the enemy…? He…?'

person. Just one man was laying waste to

'H-how…?'

heavens? It was an abomination… an

single man ought to have

"P-PLEASE HELP USSSSHHHHH—!"

~ZZZTTTZZZZZ!~

last sound that Scylla heard was the gurgling of

call ended, Scylla didn't need anyone to tell her what had happened to Jawl and

were most

she looked at the communication device

'The plan… it failed.'

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understand now? How pathetic you

ones before him—both the ones who were seated, and the ones who

working hard over there. I should also

hope you're all ready to

counted seven entourages he had to eliminate, so

"A-attack! Kill him already!"

"Protect me, you fools!"

shamelessly asking the men to die

was all

~SWISH!~

the armor and bodies of the four guards who were still trembling under

on the ground as their

diced four were mere additions to the thousands of body parts that lay strewn all

staring at the fat and thin men who shrieked in

the bloody ocean underneath them, as they

no

~SQUELCH!~

ripped apart in an instant, their body parts staining

like that, two integral members of the New

without any effort from the