An Extra’s POV

Amu'ra raised his hand up high, ready to send another burst of lightning down to the humans.

He shot a quick glance at them—all their pain and misery—and he felt nothing like pleasure from watching all of it.

He just felt… nothing.

'Why am I so different? Is there really some intense pleasure about killing insignificant creatures like this that I do not know of?'

Ever since he was little, Amu'ra was different from the rest of his peers. While being incredibly exceptional and disciplined, he simply could not understand certain emotions that the rest of his race exhibited.

The most prevalent one was the satisfaction that Dragons had upon killing those deemed to be inferiors.

He initially wondered if it was a biological function, but after learning of their anatomy in the Draconic Empire Academy, there was no specific hormone released when a Dragon killed a human, or any other member of an inferior race.

It wasn't biological.

Was it a social construct then? He strongly felt that it was, but why was the exception?

He was raised in a culture that valued and encouraged the genocide of every other race except the Dragons.

So why? Why did he not share their values? It wasn't like he particularly cared for humans. They weren't particularly impressive or interesting. Their knowledge of the world was lacking, they were incredibly small, and very weak.

They were also highly unattractive, unlike the Elves—who had a glimpse of his attention. But, after kidnapping a few and carrying out several experiments on them—such as breeding and torture—he found that interest waning fast.

Even the prettiest flower would grow tiring to the eyes after gazing upon it for so long. That was how Amu'ra felt about the Elves, who had now become an eyesore.

Perhaps he would capture a Fairy next? Those ones were highly evasive, and he had never even set his eyes on one before.

He felt a tiny spark within his cold heart. Maybe an 'interaction' with Fairy would give him the awakening he needed.

'I so desperately want to feel what you all feel…' He stared at all his comrades and made an internal sigh.

Amu'ra knew what everyone said about him.

killjoy, a tryhard, a stiff… and so on. All

Unfortunately, that never happened.

raised high in the air, he prepared himself to activate [Absolute Thundercloud] and blow a relatively populated portion of the city into

"Fall and—"

~SQUELCH!~

his words, he felt a blade pierce him from behind, instantly

as his face

Some stared at him, but their prevalent gaze was on

~SQUISH!~

anything else, another blade was embedded into his neck, causing even more pain and

lodged into his body were draining his

knew it… he was

vanished almost as soon as they left his lips, and

of this happened in a split moment—evident by how the Dragons barely had any

filled his

seemed… Amu'ra's desires would never

***********

"Why you—!"

dislodged his blades from Amu'ra's corpse,

act. It was a man coated in Light, with hair as golden as the sun, and

a blade of light, while on the second was a powerful and beautiful blade

in the Absolute

human possibly possess power at such a

~WHOOSH!~

light. He was too fast for Kar'en to follow, so she swiftly barked orders

"Catch him, R'ashu!"

"Y-yes ma'am!"

~BZZZTTZZZ!~

and he sped away in a burst of power, leaving two Dragons left in

a breather, a barrage of powerful Magic

at them