An Extra’s POV

"I'll have to apologize to Jet for not listening to his final words."

Noah sheathed his blade as he heaved a sigh, a bit of mist leaking out of his lips. He cast his gaze on Britta, who remained silent as she lay on the ground.

It would be a lie if he said he didn't feel bad for her.

Not only had she lost to him, but her entire resolve—the strength she painstakingly mustered so she could raise her blade—was rendered useless by him.

"You shouldn't feel too bad." Noah mumbled as he stared off into the distance.

Despite Britta bleeding, he didn't pay much attention to her. He already knew she wouldn't die or suffer permanent damage from her injury.

He also had some attention on her, so she wouldn't be able to catch him by surprise.

'Not that it would happen, though…' One look at Britta was enough to tell Noah that her will to fight was gone.

He had utterly broken her fighting spirit.

"I don't need your pity." She whispered in response.

Noah sighed and shook his head the moment he heard this. "That's not why I said it, though."

He raised his hand and pointed his finger in a particular direction that was a short distance from where they were.

The battle between Jet and Sebas was reaching an explosive climax, and as Noah saw the brilliant display of destruction, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"They make our fight look like child's play." He commented, now turning back to see Britta.

"I know you must have your reasons for suspecting Jet and Lux, and I don't think you're being irrational in your stance."

He heaved a heavy sigh and shrugged.

also have my reasons

sights set on the white dome

you this strong back then?" Britta's voice suddenly echoed, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. "When I constantly challenged

and he shook his

same, but in all likelihood,

that their group didn't encounter as many Undead

the first time ever—she offered

gotten

shrugged. He didn't have the heart to tell her that he wasn't even in top form thanks to the whole marathon within the Dungeon, and how most of his

make her feel bad…' And so, keeping that

Britta's presence, though, he uttered words

wasn't smiling, neither

every word he uttered, and the way he turned his head back and gazed at Britta while saying

going to get much

more, Noah Sherlock returned to the inner walls of the white

all, he had one more duty

happens, I will not forget my promise.' Clenching fist with resolve, he burned the rest of the unfolding fight into

'I will protect everyone!'

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[Meanwhile…]

"Huff… huff…"

heavily as he stared at the

both looked extremely exhausted, way past their limits. However, this was only how it appeared on

narrowed his gaze as he looked at the

Sword, and while I'm utilizing most of my Skills at the moment, I have to restrict myself to a particular set so I don't get recognized as the

his Stats, so he should

the world is he still

recover both his Mana and Life Force by using passive Skills, and while Dragons were also notorious for having the same capabilities, Adonis found it increasingly strange that Jet wasn't showing any signs

sheer skill he has with the blade is incredible,