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—

Verte… please spare me and I will devote my entire existence to serving

came up with the

he had left,

looked at him from where they sat, their faces exhibiting surprise

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

due to some sort of

knew fully well that begging the

the old man and that girl. If I

easier to convince the two who actually seemed like humans compared to such a cold hearted

other one like this

that one was also equally a monster, then they never stood a

powerhouses, but he soon

such, he repeated his offer

assure you that I have my uses. I have slain a Dragon Commander before, and

out all the benefits

wanted was to be

of the details later! Right now. My life comes

"Please accept my loyalty."

bowed his head and awaited their response, swallowing

they did,

should we do now, Sir

'H-huh? Sir Ralyks…?'

the direction of the two he was pleading

were currently staring at the man

call him Sir

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

in the world was going on

Anukus. Does that mean he

was still trying to process the meaning behind why the masked man was being

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

their superior! I fucked

he made the mistake of pleading with those

known! He's too strong

what to do at this point. He already saw how

clearly a monster with

he even consider my

plead for mercy, so he decided to try his luck

"Sir Ralyks, plea—!"