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."

what would happen

—Instant death!

"O-okay…"

it projected a communication tool, which in turn produced

in the background, with echoes of destruction

duties to the utmost

A part of her thought, while another part feared

at them? Now that he knew what they had

to kill us all at

for Scylla, she soon realized that she was completely mistaken about all that she

Scylla, please

thoughts

h-he's too strong! He's slaughtering all of

reinforcements,

He's closing in!

and how to begin processing the information she

'T-the enemy…? He…?'

only one person. Just one man was laying waste to five of the Nine Heads of Destruction as well as nearly

'H-how…?'

heavens? It was an abomination… an anomaly upon the

man ought to have such

"P-PLEASE HELP USSSSHHHHH—!"

~ZZZTTTZZZZZ!~

dead as the last sound that Scylla heard was the gurgling of blood and even more screams in

anyone to tell her what had happened to

were most

her head in despair as she looked at the communication

'The plan… it failed.'

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now? How pathetic you all

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

should also try to

you're all ready

had to eliminate, so he decided to get

"A-attack! Kill him already!"

"Protect me, you fools!"

their guards, shamelessly asking the

all

~SWISH!~

easily tore through the armor and bodies of the

remains sploshed on the ground as their entrails slopped out of

to the thousands of body parts that lay strewn all

the fat and thin men who

the bloody ocean

no use,

~SQUELCH!~

apart in an instant, their body

like that, two integral members of the New Order

any effort