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.

didn't like the idea of getting hurt. He didn't want it. He avoided it at all

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

what I want to

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

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

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

some miracle, humans were born with special talents and were able to develop their Skills and Classes to the impossible height of S-Tier, there was no way to

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

possible for them to have

have the kind of Mana abundance that Elves had, so

Items, so their natural resources

about

and Giants were the true masters of technology—the former creating items of

a wasteland, so it wasn't particularly

to have an Item of such

as she gazed even more particularly on the weapon

curious…" A small

her knew what happened when

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

to escape her grasp

chose defiance, piquing the interest of this cold-blooded Dragon General, it was already

He was a goner.

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

alive. If they try to resist, you can

Ser'ith's grin widened like that of a maniac.

"Understood, ma'am!"

purple light, he vanished from his location, leaving

—Phil'emon and R'ashu.

both of you have tasted the blade of that human, so you know full well that you need to be cautious." She addressed

Commanders nodded

to be almost out of energy. His overall Mana and

Commanders were at risk to his power,