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…?"

and exit within the dark

creaking continued, and the

could be heard, and a few now had their hands

… Ready to strike.

Then—

"How troublesome…"

man entered

they saw him, their faces melted into relief,

man who just entered was the Deputy

He asked with puzzlement as he stepped into the room, locked the

few still watched the Deputy Leader

call with Lady Scylla go? Was she

the most important question to all of

the Capital, they couldn't feel safe until their Boss and Master had deemed them

communicate with Scylla, since the walls of this particular room was made from dense Orichalcum—hence

that he had returned,

strange, considering she always makes time

appeared worried, and for good

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

was easy to see why

something happened on their end? Perhaps some

according to plan in the Dark Gathering

should we

of confusion as all the parties stared

what to

a guilt-ridden

Jawl was here…' His thoughts trailed in

have been able to lead everything and everyone

just had to

Master is pretty much done with

pick up the sound. Its amused tone had a strange sense of

members realized what was

Ater, was sanding

"H-how…?!"

a

he get

"I-impossible!"

"Eeek!"