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.

getting hurt. He didn't want it. He avoided it at

barrier?!" He growled, feeling the

I want to

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

his. Maybe it ignores defenses, or it

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

some miracle, humans were born with special talents and were able to develop their Skills and Classes to the

don't have the technology or natural resources necessary to make such Items.' Kar'en narrowed her eyes as she stared at the shimmering weapon that glowed

just not possible for them to have made

abundance that Elves had,

means to produce Enchanted Items, so their natural resources remained useless and

known about them… but they were never associated with

masters of technology—the former creating items of preservation, while the

it wasn't particularly

be able to

even more particularly on the weapon that

me curious…" A small smile formed

around her knew what happened when Kar'en smiled at a particular thing or

three shivered slightly as they watched her narrow her gaze and lick her lips. Their

to escape her grasp

interest of this cold-blooded Dragon General, it was already too late

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 some sort." Kar'en turned to the Commander by her side, who

them to me alive. If they try to resist,

like that of a maniac. He perfectly

"Understood, ma'am!"

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

—Phil'emon and R'ashu.

you know full well that you need to be cautious."

Commanders nodded and responded

overall Mana and Combat Ability is definitely

were at risk to his power, she didn't see how that