An Extra’s POV

'Looking at this guy's Status Window, he has a bunch of interesting Skills. Same as the other two…'

Rey began to consider the possibilities of what could be as he looked at Fenrir, Ladon, and Enry.

'All three possess nice abilities.' A smile coursed through his face as he finally stopped his advance.

"You three should work together. If you can land a single hit on me, I'll let you go."

Instantly Fenrir shot him a look of surprise, as one would expect, but Rey didn't bother explaining himself any further.

Using his [Absolute Spatial Domain], he teleported Ladon from where he was—away from the bunch—and brought him right beside Fenrir and the Black Magician.

With all three characters right in front of him, he repeated his words.

"Attack me. If you can land a single hit on me, I'll let you live."

"B-but how could we possibly…" Enry stuttered, making this the first time he was hearing the Mage's voice.

It sounded so pure and innocent, a sharp contrast compared to the kind of person they were.

'I don't have time for this.' Rey rolled his eyes and decided on the second option.

'[Absolute Mental Control].' His eyes glowed as he activated the Skill.

The moment he did this, Fenrir and co fell under his ability.

"Rise."

They all rose to their feet, like puppets that were being expertly controlled by a professional.

"Fight me like you mean it. Use every Skill at your disposal."

The three, all having blank expressions on their faces, instantly took stances for combat. It felt a little invigorating seeing them act this way.

'Now I see why Belle was so obsessed with using her [Grand Charm] on everyone. It's pretty useful.'

Rey didn't really like using mental attacks on people, since he found it to be intrusive. However, he had already solidified his resolve against people like these.

their minds wasn't out of the options for

[Dead Calm] still activated, he didn't feel any emotional or moral weight based

what had

"Begin."

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Fenrir was frightened.

'W-what am I doing…?!'

to be moving on its own, with

was seeing with his very eyes, and he was feeling every sensation that occurred

he could not

everything that would play out; a prisoner in his own

[Greater Iron Fortress].

sending ripples of energy dancing

his position, white fur took over his toned

Fenrir at full

his peripheral vision, he could see his subordinates activate

curses, which would essentially be lethal. Skills like; [Poison Magic], [Distortion], [Fear].

the enemy down with these heavy-hitters, then it was possible to win this battle… or so

for Ladon, he was

[Weapon Summon] Skill, as well as [Enchant

of his armor, made Ladon incredibly destructive and versatile

holding one in each hand, while the rest floated in the air as a result of an

increasing their offensive abilities, while [Amplify]

stronger

shroud of shadows to cover him as a defensive cover while an extremely Poisonous Magic would be sprayed

Fenrir knew his subordinates

Magician would usually use [Fear] to paralyze the enemy—sometimes leading to their deaths—and then alter their perceptions using [Distortion], which practically

[Degrade] to wear down the defense or vitality of the opponent, while finishing

with his poison,

doubt he'll die if he's attacked with the poison, but if Ladon and I strike immediately after,

landed one hit, then they

desperately prayed for

~BOOOOOOOOM!~

Fenrir's two captains struck in tandem while he