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.

them were abandoned upon the reset, but that's fine." He began to draw both of his hands to each

have

dark gleam appeared in his eyes as Claudius

on the same hue. It

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

waited for the man to complete his

were still. Normally, they would have rushed the ebony man

Yet…

feels like an impenetrable wall

paralyzed them, but Claudius thought it was

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

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

into the distorted forms of men. It happened so

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

covered

heavy breaths as it rose to

least five meters tall, with a plump body that showed

some heads sticking out of

no longer

a

battle of the night with this." The Ebony

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

however, Claudius was

on him as the

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

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

Miasma—that was slowly

It was immensely dense.

his mind went to

means this one is a Necromancer…' Claudius

a

the laws of the

from their power