An Extra’s POV

~SWISH!~

That was the last sound Fenrir heard before his body turned into mincemeat and his consciousness was plunged into darkness.

Before dying, though, Fenrir could only ask himself one question.

'Why… did I ever think I killed a Dragon Commander…?'

He didn't understand the reason why. Perhaps… if he didn't have such thoughts, he wouldn't have been so careless with his actions.

'I… we were just previous soldiers drafted into war back then…'

The founding members of the Mercenary Gang were merely ex-military officers who decided to defect and become fugitives instead.

They stole a lot of resources from the Alliance—especially weapons—before defecting. This was instrumental in starting their own organization.

They initially started out as mere bandits, but slowly built their influence up to this point.

Sure, they spread the rumors of their exploits—killing Dragons being one of them—but even Fenrir hadn't killed anything above a Two-Horned on his own.

There was no way a single man could win against a Dragon Commander.

Sure, his squad had encountered a Dragon Commander in the past, but they were all wiped out—save for him.

It was all due to luck!

Yet, somehow his mind had interpreted it as him winning the battle somehow.

Why…?!

Fenrir didn't know why he thought that.

But, it was because of those foolish thoughts that he had made so many wrong decisions which led to this downward spiral.

In the end, his arrogance led to his fall, and the hubris of the leader caused the end of the Mercenary Gang.

'I really was… a fool.'

And so, Fenrir's head and entrails fell amongst the countless others that lay strewn all over the area.

They formed a grotesque landscape for the senses.

—A painting of death.

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to himself, happy to have gotten something

quickly soured, however, after thinking about the fact that there were still a few members of the Heads of Destruction whose Skills he hadn't

if they're not useful on their own, I could

there was no use making a fuss

have no long-distance communication Skill, so it's not possible to tell Ater to spare the

Familiar's personality, they would already be dead at

distance was feel what Ater was currently

that Ater

long as it's only directed at the bad guys, I suppose there's no

cast his gaze on Rebal and Kara, who were still seated

of destruction touched even a minute part of their outfits—talkless of

you all good?" He asked, especially looking at Esme, who remained behind

Kara nodded, though based on her trembling tone, it was clear she was somehow

frightened? Ah… I

the result he was going for,

killed, after all. It's

her family would bring her some

looks anxious. Does

pointing at the seat that Scylla had

"I know."

direction, he could only see a wrecked

and her guard slipped away while I was busy with Fenrir and his

voice didn't display any ounce of worry or anxiety. In fact, it seemed like the

coursed through his

matters, I suppose your role

"I-I suppose so…"

back to the Capital. As for you, Kara, I'll be reuniting you with the Alliance Forces

Rey said this, Kara's eyes widened

"On their way here?"

city. Besides, my recent fight with Fenrir and the other two blasted a hole in the

ensured all

Alliance Forces so they could reach the location of the

happen…" Rey went

her guard, while Rebal returns to the Capital, and you'll rendezvous with the Alliance Forces directly

Kara nodded

Esme's voice was low, containing none of

as if she had been crying her lungs out