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.

my previous abilities. Most of them were abandoned upon the reset, but that's fine." He began to

just have

his eyes as Claudius heard words he didn't

of energy began to surround 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

his allies were still. Normally, they would have rushed

Yet…

impenetrable

but Claudius thought it was something

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

words, the meaty flesh and bloodied entrails

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

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

body was covered

gave heavy breaths as it rose

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

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

could no longer

a

your first battle of the night with

seemed like the man

that, however, Claudius

on him as the Undead

level with merely a few words and no prior preparations? What Level is he

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

Miasma—that was slowly rising from

It was immensely dense.

his mind went to

means this one is a Necromancer…' Claudius narrowed his eyes

a special category of

beings who could bend the laws of the world

from their power