An Extra’s POV

"So… the mission failed, huh?"

A group of about fifty men sat together in an isolated room. There were no windows, and no external source of light—save for a few candles.

The men were coated in the black, though the turbans they used to wrap their faces were now pulled down so their faces were shown.

This was Scylla's Recon Unit—though it was members short.

"Is that what you're mostly concerned about? Who the hell was that man? How could he kill Leader Jawl just like that?!"

Jawl was often compared to the Nine Heads of Destruction in strength, so when they first saw his corpse, none of the Recon Unit Members present believed their eyes.

However, after seeing how the other Heads of Destruction struggled against a single Undead made by the mysterious black suited man, they instantly realized how big of a threat the enemy was.

Once the other squad reunited with them, they planned their escape. And, when no eye was on them, they stealthily left the premises.

"Do you think they're all dead?" One of the Unit members asked.

"I think so."

"R-really? Even with Five Heads of Destruction leading the charge?"

For a moment, there was silence.

No one really knew how the fight had concluded, considering they left prematurely.

Still, none of them regretted their decision.

"At least we were able to secure the merchandise for Lady Scylla."

"It's in the other room, right?"

"Yes."

"Whew! I wouldn't want her to chew us out for failing to do that along with failing the rest of the mission."

"Haha… indeed!"

As they laughed among themselves, a creaking sound began to echo from the door.

"H-huh…?"

"I-is that…?"

darted towards the only entrance and exit within the dark

and the door

and a few now had their hands on the hilt

… Ready to strike.

Then—

"How troublesome…"

man entered the

into

was the Deputy Leader of

with all of you?" He asked with puzzlement as he stepped into the room, locked

out silly smiles, though a few still watched the

the call with Lady Scylla

was the most important question to all of the members

the secret Scylla Safehouse within the Capital, they couldn't feel safe until

Leader had stepped out so he could use the Communication Device with him to communicate with Scylla, since the walls of this particular room was made from dense Orichalcum—hence preventing any signal

he had returned,

considering she always makes time to

worried,

external intervention from Scylla, or at least some kind of

the Capital, it was easy to see why they weren't at ease despite being

think something happened on their end? Perhaps some kind of

to plan in the Dark Gathering

should we do

echoes of confusion as all the parties

what to

had a guilt-ridden and absolutely

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to lead

to die to

much done

up the sound. Its amused tone had a

realized what was going on,

Ater, was sanding

"H-how…?!"

is a top-secret

he

"I-impossible!"

"Eeek!"