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 room. Some even reached for their

creaking continued, and

and a few now had their hands on the hilt

… Ready to strike.

Then—

"How troublesome…"

entered the

moment they saw him, their faces melted into relief, with

just entered was the

into the room,

out silly smiles, though a few still watched the

how did the call with

the most important question to all of the members of the Recon

being in the secret Scylla Safehouse within the Capital, they couldn't feel

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

had returned,

It's strange, considering she always makes time to respond to our

appeared worried, and for good

external intervention from Scylla, or at least some kind of order, they were stranded in the

within the Capital, it was easy to see why

think something happened on their end? Perhaps some

going according to plan

should we do

of confusion as all the parties stared at each

knew what to

guilt-ridden and

here…' His thoughts trailed

able to

to

much done

the group of people who didn't instantly pick up the sound. Its amused tone had a strange sense of familiarity, but

members realized what

man, Ater,

"H-how…?!"

is a

he

"I-impossible!"

"Eeek!"