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.

were abandoned upon the

have

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

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

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

waited for the man to complete

and his allies were still. Normally, they would have

Yet…

impenetrable wall is in front

paralyzed them, but Claudius thought it was something else

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

the meaty flesh and bloodied entrails of

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

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

body was covered in the

breaths as it

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

toes or some heads sticking out of the

thing could no longer be called

a being of

thought, as an appetizer, you could enjoy your first battle of the night with this." The Ebony man stretched his hand towards

that oozed pride. It almost seemed like the man thought his actions

that, however,

comrades on him as

of this level with merely a few words

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

the corrupted Mana—in essence, Miasma—that was slowly

It was immensely dense.

gulped and his

is undoubtedly an Undead creature, which means this one is a Necromancer…' Claudius

a special

who could bend the laws of the

from their power over