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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bad Skills at all.' Rey thought to himself, happy

expression 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 yet

their own, I could

sighed, realizing there was no use making a fuss of

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

personality, they would already be dead at this

currently experiencing, and based on those vicarious emotions, Rey could only feel delight

raw that Rey was convinced that Ater was doing some pretty

it's only directed at the bad guys, I

on Rebal and Kara, who were still seated in

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

He asked, especially looking at Esme, who

based on her trembling tone, it was clear she was

she frightened? Ah…

how messy everything had gotten. This was the result he

family was brutally killed, after all. It's possible she still

had hoped seeing the people responsible for the death of her family would bring her some sort of satisfaction, but that seemed a little too much to

Rebal also looks anxious.

Ralyks… the remaining two are—" Rebal began, pointing at the seat

"I know."

he could only see a wrecked seat, with no

while I was busy with

what he was saying, Rey's voice didn't display any ounce of worry or

coursed through his

suppose your

"I-I suppose so…"

Kara, I'll be reuniting you with the Alliance Forces that are

this, Kara's eyes widened a

"On their way here?"

Fenrir and the other two blasted a hole in the ceiling,

all

to send a signal to the Alliance Forces so they could reach

context, this is what will happen…" Rey went on to explain

after Scylla and her guard, while Rebal returns to the Capital, and you'll rendezvous with the Alliance Forces directly outside this building and explain what happened—of course, you'll tell them what we agreed

nodded in

should I do?" Esme's voice was low, containing none of the life that

like her voice was hoarse, almost as if