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.

He didn't want

did he get past my barrier?!" He growled, feeling the pain lessen

I want

at her face, and even she appeared troubled. After all, she was well aware of the

of that weapon of his. Maybe it ignores defenses, or

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

with special talents and were able to develop their Skills and Classes to the impossible

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

just not possible for them to have made

abundance that Elves had, so their Mana Crystals were of

Items, so

was known about them… but they were

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

so it

race should be able to have an Item of

as she gazed even more

makes me curious…" A small smile formed on

around her knew what happened when Kar'en

narrow her gaze and lick her lips. Their General was

to escape her grasp

the interest of this cold-blooded Dragon General,

He was a goner.

to have settled down 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

alive. If they try to

like that of a maniac. He perfectly

"Understood, ma'am!"

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

—Phil'emon and R'ashu.

of you have tasted the blade of that human, so you know full well that you need to

two Dragon Commanders

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

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