An Extra’s POV

Scylla's Recon Unit didn't have members as strong as the Nine Heads of Destruction—except maybe Jawl—but they were still elite.

They matched the Mercenary Gang's Elite in ability, though they were sorely lacking in numbers.

What made them even more scary was their cloaking speciality and stealthy maneuvers.

In that regard, they were definitely superior to the Mercenary Gang's Elite.

If it came to an enclosed space, especially in the dark, if they had their numbers… there was hardly any enemy they couldn't beat.

Yet…

'W-what is this…?!'

Claudius' jaws trembled as he watched the bodies of all the members of Scylla's Recon Unit descend from above and plop to the ground.

Blood sullied the stained clothes of everyone present, further bathing them in the crimson liquids that once flowed through people.

"This one seemed to be the leader, so I gave him special treatment." A voice came from the man in the black suit, forcing Claudius to raise his head.

Once he did, he saw one body appearing out of nowhere, as he was held from the head by the dark-suited man.

'I-Is that… Jawl …?' Claudius' confusion was understandable, considering how the man looked like now.

All the skin had been peeled off the body, and it also seemed like the hair had been yanked out very violently.

The two eye sockets were empty, with thin strands of flesh protruding out to hold the dangling eyeballs that hung beyond their hollow sockets.

No teeth. The body was a vile representation of a human, but the worst part was…

'He's still alive…?'

Compared to the mangled corpses that filled their sight, the one whom Claudius suspected to be Jawl still seemed to be breathing—albeit barely.

"It would be a waste to just leave him be, so I'll do this instead."

The ebony man flung the skinless body forward, causing it to land on the pile of flesh and blood that stood a distance from him.

Most of them were abandoned upon the

have to

eyes as Claudius heard words he didn't fully

his eyes took on the same hue.

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

waited for the man to

why he and his allies were still. Normally, they would have rushed the

Yet…

an impenetrable wall is

but Claudius thought it was something else

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

the meaty flesh and bloodied entrails of

around them swiftly started to converge, all of them seeping into the distorted forms of men. It happened so quickly that

of the plump flesh began to seep into just one target—the skinless form of the one

was covered in the flesh of

breaths as it rose

least five meters tall, with a plump body that showed the combination of several life forms

heads sticking out of the robust abomination

no longer be called

was… a being of

your first battle of the night with this." The Ebony man stretched his

pride. It almost seemed like the man thought his

however, Claudius was specifically

comrades on him as the

a few words

of all, it didn't seem like the man had put any effort at all

the corrupted Mana—in essence, Miasma—that was slowly rising from the massive

It was immensely dense.

gulped and his mind went

creature, which means this one is a Necromancer…' Claudius narrowed his eyes as he

belonged to a special category

laws of the world even

from their power