An Extra’s POV

There are two major kinds of fear.

There is the kind that arises as a result of that which is deemed uncertain..

Fear of the future, fear of failure… fear of the unknown. Many argue that this is the greatest kind of fear.

But there is another.

It is the one grounded on the nature of the Absolute.

The kind of fear that leads to despair and brings about nothing but never ending dread.

An example… the FEAR OF DEATH.

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'I'm going to die… I'm going to die!'

As Fenrir heard the squishing of flesh and the spraying of blood, he waited for his turn to come.

He was a dead man kneeling, and he knew that well.

Nothing but death occupied his senses. The Black Magician, Enry, also seemed to share the same sentiment.

Ladon, who was trembling due to the power being displayed by the man in the mask, was next.

The man he was protecting had just been killed by an invisible slash, and before long, the Head of the Noir Militia followed.

Only death awaited the Obsidian Blade.

'Is this it? Is this how everything ends?' Fenrir asked himself.

No… no, he had come too far for that to be his fate!

'I've had to struggle with all my might to reach this level! I can't just die like this!'

His instincts went into overdrive as he sought a way to live.

Then—

me and I will devote my entire existence

with

had left, but it

they sat, their faces exhibiting surprise

Enchantment or get the Slave Rune embedded on me. Anything to make you trust me and to

was genuine, but it wasn't due to some

begging the masked man would be

I

a lot easier to convince the two who

other one like this too?' Fenrir gazed upon

then they never stood a chance to

to get such powerhouses, but he soon realized it was a foolish thought to have at

what he had to be most concerned with was survival. As such, he repeated his offer to the

can assure you that I have my uses. I have slain

went on to list out all the benefits of having

was to

of the details later!

"Please accept my loyalty."

and awaited their response, swallowing his saliva as he prayed for the

they did,

we do

'H-huh? Sir Ralyks…?'

raised his head and looked in the direction of the

man who was supposed to

call him

fought and humiliated Fernand. He

what in the world

who killed Anukus. Does that mean he was also the

confused mind was still trying to process the meaning behind why the masked man was being called Ralyks when

him… Sir?' To Fenrir, that meant only

superior! I fucked

to the actual man in charge, he made

known! He's too strong to be

do at this point. He already saw how

monster with no conscience

even consider my

was no other way he could survive than to plead for mercy, so he

"Sir Ralyks, plea—!"