An Extra’s POV

[Moments Earlier]

"Guarghh… arghh…"

Phil'emon growled as he clutched his chest, feeling the seething sensation of pain coursing through his body.

As a Dragon—especially one that had the passive Skill of making barriers to protect himself—he hardly felt anything such as pain.

This foreign sensation made him froth in the mouth as saliva dropped from his lips while his body spasmed.

"It hurt… it hurts so much! Argh… arghh…!" He yelled, losing all his composure.

"I'll kill that little shit! I'll kill that bastard!"

Phil'emon began moving his body forward, his hateful gaze on the boy with golden hair.

He had a somewhat distracted gaze, so the Dragon thought this was the best time for him to strike.

"Calm yourself, dude." Kar'en said with a sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him from advancing any further.

"L-Lady Kar—!"

"I won't repeat myself. Calm yourself."

The moment he looked into her crimson eyes, all the rage and boiling hate fizzled out, replaced by a subservient fear that caused him to nod slightly.

"That's much better." She smiled, finally removing her hand from his shoulder. "There's no need to bitch about your injuries. They'll heal in time…"

While Phil'emon knew this, it was still incredibly frustrating feeling the constant pain pending the time that his wounds fully closed.

Since he hardly got hurt, pain was unbearable for him.

While others could take damage and still take it in stride—like how R'ashu, his Junior did—he was different.

Phil'emon was averse to pain.

He didn't

past my barrier?!" He growled, feeling the pain lessen as

what I want to

voice caused him to look at her face, and even she appeared troubled. After all, she was well aware of the capabilities of his Defense Skill,

defenses, or it has an ability to absorb or break down Skills.

my S-Tier Skill, that means it is of that level. Why would humans have that

develop their Skills and Classes to the impossible height of

don't have the technology or natural resources necessary to make such Items.' Kar'en narrowed

just not possible for them to

kind of Mana abundance that Elves had, so their Mana Crystals were

didn't have the means to produce Enchanted Items, so their

about them… but they were never associated with

the true masters of technology—the former creating items of

their continent was a wasteland, so it wasn't particularly

should be able to have an Item of such

more particularly

small smile formed on her

happened when Kar'en smiled at a particular thing or

narrow her gaze and lick her lips. Their General was known as a brutal hunter… and none of her

escape her grasp

interest of this cold-blooded Dragon

He was a goner.

a bit too much to be considered natural. I suspect that they have allies within the city's walls aiding in rescue of

me alive. If they try to resist, you can make an example

she said this, Ser'ith's grin widened like that of a maniac.

"Understood, ma'am!"

purple light, he vanished from his location, leaving Kar'en with only two of

—Phil'emon and R'ashu.

you know full well that you need to be

Commanders nodded and

of energy. His overall Mana and Combat

if her Commanders were at risk to his