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…?"

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

and

a few now had their hands

… Ready to strike.

Then—

"How troublesome…"

man entered the

faces melted into relief, with nearly

was the Deputy Leader

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

a few still watched the Deputy Leader with

did the call with Lady Scylla go? Was she

most important question to all of

couldn't feel safe until their Boss and Master had

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

had returned, they

always makes

appeared worried, and for

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

monster within the Capital, it was easy to see why they weren't at

happened on their end? Perhaps

to plan in the Dark Gathering

should we do

of confusion as all the parties stared

knew what

a guilt-ridden and

here…'

able to lead everything and

had to die to

much done with

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

the time the Recon Unit members realized

Ater, was sanding

"H-how…?!"

is a

did he

"I-impossible!"

"Eeek!"