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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thought to himself, happy to have gotten something valuable from

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 fuse them for

use making a fuss of such

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

Familiar's personality, they would already be dead at

was feel what Ater was currently experiencing, and based on those

so raw that Rey was convinced that Ater was doing some pretty nasty things back in

at the bad guys, I suppose there's no

gaze on Rebal and Kara, who were still

constantly protected by Rey, so none of the echoes of destruction touched even a minute part of their outfits—talkless of

asked, especially looking at Esme,

I'm fine." Kara nodded, though based on her trembling tone,

is she frightened? Ah… I

This was the result he was going

killed, after all. It's possible she still

responsible for the death of her family would bring her some sort of satisfaction, but that seemed a

even Rebal also looks anxious. Does he

two are—" Rebal began, pointing at the seat that Scylla

"I know."

could only see a wrecked seat, with no one

guard slipped away while I was busy with Fenrir and

any ounce of worry or anxiety. In fact, it seemed like

terrible calmness coursed through his

important matters, I suppose your role here is

"I-I suppose so…"

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

Kara's eyes widened a little

"On their way here?"

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

ensured all of

Forces so they could reach the location

is what will happen…" Rey went on to explain

be going 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

What should I do?" Esme's voice was low, containing none of the life that they had all experienced

her voice was hoarse, almost as if she had been crying her