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…?"

eyes in the room darted towards the only entrance and exit within the dark room. Some even reached for their weapons and

creaking continued, and the door slowly

be heard, and a few now had their

… Ready to strike.

Then—

"How troublesome…"

man entered

moment they saw him, their faces melted into relief, with nearly everyone exhaling and relaxing

was the Deputy Leader of the Recon

room, locked the door, and went to

smiles, though a few still watched

how did the call with Lady Scylla go? Was

all of the members of the Recon

they couldn't feel safe until their

Leader had stepped out so he could use the Communication Device with him to communicate with Scylla, since the walls of

returned, they awaited the

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

appeared worried, and for

some sort of external intervention from Scylla, or at least some kind of order, they were

was easy to see why they weren't at ease despite being

you think something happened on their end? Perhaps some kind of

going according to plan in the

we do

echoes of confusion as all the parties stared at each

knew what to

Deputy Leader had a guilt-ridden

was here…' His thoughts trailed

been able to

to die

pretty much done with things

of a stranger echoed amidst the group of people who didn't instantly pick up the sound. Its amused tone had

members realized what was

Ater, was sanding in their

"H-how…?!"

is a top-secret

did he

"I-impossible!"

"Eeek!"