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—

and I will devote my entire existence

up with the perfect

had

where they sat,

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

was genuine, but it wasn't due to some sort of

fully well that begging the masked

I can convince them, it's

the two who actually seemed like humans compared to such a

is that other one like this too?' Fenrir gazed upon the black

one was also equally a monster, then they

able to get such powerhouses, but he soon

he had to be most concerned with was survival. As such, he

your guard here, but I can assure you that I have my uses. I have slain

went on to list out all the benefits of having him as

was

think of the details later! Right now. My

"Please accept my loyalty."

their response, swallowing his saliva as he

thing they

do now, Sir

'H-huh? Sir Ralyks…?'

the

the man who was supposed to be

they just call him

the name of the man who fought and humiliated Fernand. He also

world was going

Anukus. Does that mean he was also the one who

process the meaning behind why the masked man was being

calling him… Sir?' To Fenrir, that meant only one

superior! I fucked

to the actual man in charge, he made the mistake

known! He's too strong to

to do at this point. He already saw how this Ralyks figure

a monster with no conscience at

he even consider my

than to plead for mercy, so he decided to try his luck and hope

"Sir Ralyks, plea—!"