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.

have

away from Britta, his sights set on the white

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

and he shook

you to have done the same, but in all likelihood,

the chance that their group didn't encounter as many

then—for the first time ever—she offered Noah a genuine

you've gotten really strong,

tell her that he wasn't even in top form thanks to the whole marathon within the Dungeon, and how

would just make her feel bad…' And so, keeping that secret to himself,

leaving Britta's presence, though, he uttered words that came raw

smiling, neither was

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

get much stronger.

more, Noah Sherlock returned to the inner walls of the

had one

not forget my promise.' Clenching fist with resolve, he burned the rest of the

'I will protect everyone!'

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[Meanwhile…]

"Huff… huff…"

stared at the

They both looked extremely exhausted, way past their

getting a bit difficult.' Adonis narrowed his gaze

moment, I have to restrict myself to a particular set so I don't get recognized as the

so he should have still been much stronger

world is he still

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 of recovery, yet he was still fighting on

has with the blade is incredible, and his combat