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.

that I can no longer use my previous abilities. Most of them were abandoned upon the reset, but that's fine."

just have

as Claudius heard words he didn't fully

him, and the crimson glow in his eyes took on the same hue. It radiated, pulsating forth until

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

its breath as it waited for the man to complete his

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

Yet…

feels like an impenetrable wall is

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

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

flesh and bloodied

converge, all of them seeping into the distorted forms of men. It happened so quickly that only a few could process

into just one

body was covered in

heavy breaths as it rose to

body that showed the combination of several life

could still see toes or some heads sticking out of the robust abomination that stood tall and

thing could no longer

was… a being

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

seemed like the man thought his actions warranted thanks and reverence

that, however, Claudius

of his comrades on him as the Undead Monster stood before them, still

of this level with merely a few words and no prior preparations? What

seem like the man had put any effort at all in the Undead's

could clearly perceive the corrupted Mana—in essence, Miasma—that

It was immensely dense.

gulped and his mind went to

is a Necromancer…' Claudius narrowed his eyes as he

a special category of

bend the laws of the world even

their power over even