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 reset,

just have

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

him, and the crimson glow in his eyes took on the same hue.

Then—

"Hollow Technique #7…"

waited for the man to

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

Yet…

an impenetrable wall is in front

paralyzed them, but Claudius

Something akin to instinct.

"… Compound Corpse."

the meaty flesh and

the blood around them swiftly started to converge, all of them seeping into the distorted forms of

into just one

covered

heavy breaths as it

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

some heads sticking out

thing could no longer be

was… a being of

you could enjoy your first battle of the night with this." The Ebony

that oozed pride. It almost seemed like the man thought his actions warranted thanks and reverence from the

however, Claudius was

could see the eyes of his comrades on him

with merely a few words

seem like the man had put any

clearly perceive the corrupted Mana—in essence, Miasma—that was slowly rising

It was immensely dense.

and his mind went to

is a Necromancer…'

to a special

could bend the laws of the world even more

their power