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.

idea of getting hurt. He didn't want it. He

growled, feeling the pain lessen as his flesh

what I want

aware of the capabilities of his Defense Skill, so something as absurd as this must have made

must be an effect of that weapon of his. Maybe it ignores defenses, or it has an ability to absorb or break down Skills. The

Skill, that means it is of that level. Why would humans

able to develop their Skills and Classes to the impossible height of S-Tier, there was no way to explain them having

or natural resources necessary to make such Items.' Kar'en narrowed her eyes as she stared at the shimmering weapon that glowed with

not possible for them

that Elves had, so their

Items, so their natural resources remained useless and dormant

was known about them… but they

former creating

was a wasteland, so it wasn't particularly rich

to have an Item of

as she gazed even more particularly on

A small smile

Dragon around her knew what happened when Kar'en smiled

her gaze and lick her lips. Their General was known as a brutal

had managed to escape

interest of this

He was a goner.

bit too much to be considered natural. I suspect that they have

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

said this, Ser'ith's grin widened like that of a maniac. He perfectly understood the words of his

"Understood, ma'am!"

he vanished from his location, leaving Kar'en with

—Phil'emon and R'ashu.

know full well that you

Commanders nodded and responded

be almost out of energy. His overall Mana and Combat Ability is definitely inferior to

if her Commanders were at risk to his power, she