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…?"

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

creaking continued, and

be heard, and a few now had their hands on the hilt of

… Ready to strike.

Then—

"How troublesome…"

entered

melted into relief, with nearly everyone exhaling

who just entered was the Deputy Leader of the Recon

asked with puzzlement as he stepped into the room, locked the door, and went to have his seat at the corner

smiles, though a few still watched

how did the call with Lady Scylla go? Was she

most important question to all of the members of the Recon

they couldn't feel safe

use the Communication Device with him to communicate with Scylla,

had returned, they awaited

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

worried, and

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

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

their end? Perhaps some

to plan in the Dark

we

turned into echoes of confusion as all

knew what

Deputy Leader had a guilt-ridden

Jawl was here…' His thoughts

have been able to

had to die

much

pick up the sound. Its amused tone had a strange sense of familiarity, but there

realized what was going on, it

man, Ater, was sanding in their

"H-how…?!"

a

he get

"I-impossible!"

"Eeek!"