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.

I can no longer use my previous abilities. Most of them were abandoned upon the reset, but

just have to remake

eyes as Claudius heard words

to surround him, and the crimson glow in his eyes took on the same hue. It radiated, pulsating forth until the litter of corpses began to exhibit

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

waited for

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

Yet…

an impenetrable wall is in

but Claudius

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

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 only a few could process the

into just one target—the skinless form of the one who was yet

was covered

breaths as it rose to its

a plump body that showed the combination of several life forms being merged into

heads sticking out of the

longer be

was… a

could enjoy your first battle of the night with this."

It almost seemed like the man thought

however, Claudius was

could see the eyes of his comrades on him as

merely a few words and no prior preparations? What

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

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

It was immensely dense.

his mind went

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

belonged to a special category of

could bend the laws of the

from their power