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…"

placed her ring on the table, and it projected a communication

in the background,

out their duties to the utmost level, ensuring their enemies suffered greatly while everything around them burned to

part of her thought, while

wrath of the masked man was directed at them? Now that he knew what

to kill us all

realized that she was completely mistaken about all that

Lady Scylla, please save

Scylla's thoughts

too strong!

send reinforcements, Lady

He's closing in!

how to begin processing the information she was

'T-the enemy…? He…?'

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

'H-how…?'

be allowed under the heavens? It

single man ought

"P-PLEASE HELP USSSSHHHHH—!"

~ZZZTTTZZZZZ!~

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

ended, Scylla didn't need anyone to tell her what had happened to Jawl and his men—as well as

were most

her head in despair as she

'The plan… it failed.'

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now? How pathetic you all

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

there. I should also try to finish things

hope you're all ready to

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

"A-attack! Kill him already!"

"Protect me, you fools!"

out at their guards, shamelessly asking the men to die on

was all useless,

~SWISH!~

one fell swoop, using [Severing Claw], Rey easily tore through the armor

on the ground as

were mere additions to the thousands

Rey said, staring at the fat and

seats, slipping on the bloody

no use,

~SQUELCH!~

body parts staining the walls a result

integral members of the New Order were

without any effort