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…?"

only entrance and exit within the dark room. Some even reached for

and the door slowly

a few now had their hands on

… Ready to strike.

Then—

"How troublesome…"

man entered the

into relief, with nearly everyone

was

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

out silly smiles, though a few

how did the call with Lady Scylla go? Was she

was the most important question to all of the members of

Safehouse within the Capital, they couldn't

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

that he had returned,

she always makes

worried, and for good

Scylla, or at least some kind of order, they were

such a monster within the Capital, it was easy to see why they

on their

aren't going according to plan in

should we

echoes of confusion as all the

knew what

Deputy Leader had a guilt-ridden and absolutely

Jawl was here…' His thoughts trailed in

to lead

to die to

is pretty much done

who didn't instantly pick up the sound. Its amused tone had

Recon Unit members realized what was going on,

Ater, was sanding in their

"H-how…?!"

a top-secret

did he

"I-impossible!"

"Eeek!"