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…"

communication tool, which in turn produced sounds, which eventually turned into

in the background, with

utmost level, ensuring their enemies suffered greatly while everything around them burned

A part of her thought, while

would happen if the wrath of the masked man was directed at them? Now that he knew what they had done… would he not

kill us all

she soon realized that she was completely mistaken about all that she

Scylla, please save

thoughts

too strong! He's slaughtering

reinforcements,

He's closing in! Please

how to begin

'T-the enemy…? He…?'

waste to five of the Nine Heads of Destruction as well as nearly

'H-how…?'

the heavens? It was an abomination… an

single man ought

"P-PLEASE HELP USSSSHHHHH—!"

~ZZZTTTZZZZZ!~

last sound that Scylla heard was

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

most

hung her head in despair as she looked at the communication device in

'The plan… it failed.'

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understand now? How pathetic you

looking at the shivering ones before him—both

I should also try to finish

you're all ready to

counted seven entourages he had to eliminate, so he decided to get

"A-attack! Kill him already!"

"Protect me, you fools!"

their guards, shamelessly asking the men

all useless,

~SWISH!~

armor and bodies of the four guards who were still

sploshed on the ground as their entrails slopped out of

the thousands of body

said, staring at the fat

on the bloody ocean underneath them, as they

was no use,

~SQUELCH!~

body parts staining the walls a result of

that, two integral members of the

without any effort from the