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 he really wanted was to fit in

Unfortunately, that never happened.

raised high in the air, he prepared himself to activate [Absolute Thundercloud] and blow a relatively

"Fall and—"

~SQUELCH!~

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

as his face showed a mix of pain

an equal expression of surprise. Some stared

~SQUISH!~

his neck, causing even more pain and shock coursing

that were lodged into his body were draining his Life Force faster than anything

already knew it…

left his lips, and the blades were instantly dislodged from his dead body, sending a trail of

this happened in a split moment—evident by how the Dragons

eyes went blank, and regret filled his last moments in

Amu'ra's desires would never come to

***********

"Why you—!"

blades from Amu'ra's corpse, causing the latter to descend to the

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

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

Grand, no… this is in the Absolute

could a human possibly possess power at such a

~WHOOSH!~

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

"Catch him, R'ashu!"

"Y-yes ma'am!"

~BZZZTTZZZ!~

away in a burst of power,

a barrage of powerful Magic Attacks—ranging from ice to

them