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.

abandoned upon the reset, but that's fine." He began to draw

have to remake

gleam appeared in his eyes as Claudius heard words he didn't fully

his eyes took on the same hue.

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

breath as it waited

he and his allies were still. Normally, they

Yet…

almost feels like an impenetrable wall is in

was shock that paralyzed them, but Claudius thought it was something

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

words, the meaty flesh and bloodied entrails of the corpses began to

seeping into the distorted forms of men. It happened

vanished, all of the plump flesh began to seep into just one target—the

was covered in the

gave heavy breaths as it

at least five meters tall, with a plump body that showed the combination

or some heads sticking out of the robust abomination that stood

no longer be called a

was… a being

could enjoy your first battle of the night with this." The Ebony man stretched his hand towards the

It almost seemed like the man thought his actions warranted thanks and

than that, however, Claudius was

the eyes of his comrades on him

a few words

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

Mana—in essence, Miasma—that

It was immensely dense.

his mind went to

is a Necromancer…' Claudius narrowed his eyes as he stared

to a special category of

who could bend the laws of the world

their power over even