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 it. He avoided it at

He growled, feeling the pain lessen as

I

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

defenses, or it has an ability

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

able to develop their Skills and Classes to the impossible height of S-Tier,

to make such Items.' Kar'en narrowed her eyes as she stared at the

for them to have made such

Mana abundance that Elves had, so their Mana

Items, so their natural resources remained useless and dormant in their

known about them… but

technology—the former creating items of preservation,

was a wasteland, so it wasn't particularly rich in

able to

as she gazed even more

A small smile

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

narrow her gaze and lick her lips. Their General was known as a brutal hunter… and none of her prey ever met merciful

escape her

of this cold-blooded Dragon General, it was

He was a goner.

things in the Capital seemed to have settled down a bit too much to be considered natural. I suspect that they have allies within

they try to resist, you can make

grin widened like that of a maniac. He perfectly understood the words of his

"Understood, ma'am!"

light, he vanished from his

—Phil'emon and R'ashu.

so you know full well that you need to be

two Dragon Commanders

His overall Mana and

to his