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 avoided it at all

growled, feeling the pain lessen as his flesh began merging

I

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

of his. Maybe it ignores defenses, or it has an ability

Skill, that means it is of that

and Classes to the impossible height of S-Tier, there was

the technology or natural resources necessary to make such Items.' Kar'en narrowed her eyes as she stared

just not possible for them

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

means to produce Enchanted Items, so their

not much was known about them… but they were never associated

the true masters of technology—the former creating items of preservation, while the latter making weapons of

continent was a wasteland, so it

able to

gazed even more particularly on the

small smile formed on

knew what happened when Kar'en smiled at a

lips. Their General was known as a brutal hunter…

managed to escape her grasp as

of this

He was a goner.

they have allies within the city's walls aiding in rescue of some sort." Kar'en

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

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

"Understood, ma'am!"

from his location, leaving Kar'en with only two

—Phil'emon and R'ashu.

that human, so you know full well that you need to

two Dragon Commanders

out of energy. His overall Mana

his power, she didn't see how that applied to