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

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

what I

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

or it has an ability to absorb or break down Skills. The

to be able to affect my S-Tier Skill, that means it is of that level. Why would

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

resources necessary to make such Items.' Kar'en narrowed her eyes as she

for them to have made such a

Mana abundance that Elves had,

Enchanted Items, so their natural

mysterious, and not much was known about them… but they

technology—the former creating items

a wasteland, so it wasn't particularly rich in the appropriate

should be able to have an Item

conclusion as she gazed even more particularly

small smile formed

knew what happened when Kar'en smiled at a particular

Their General was known as a brutal hunter… and none of her prey ever met

to escape her grasp as

of this cold-blooded Dragon General, it

He was a goner.

seemed to have settled down a bit too much to be considered natural. I suspect that they have

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

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

"Understood, ma'am!"

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

—Phil'emon and R'ashu.

full well that you need to be cautious." She addressed them, though her eyes were still set

Dragon Commanders nodded

to be almost out of energy. His overall Mana

to his