An Extra’s POV

Stifling silence hung in the air.

Everyone present, both the Dragons and Otherworlders could feel the palpable tension that spread itself through the expanse around them.

That single question, "... What did you say about Rey?" brought dread to the atmosphere, and all awaited the inevitable answer from the lips of the bloodied mess of a girl who stood amidst the torrents of wind.

Belle turned to look at Alicia's despairing face, and at that moment… all her rage-fueled strength began to sizzle out.

The pain in the eyes of the brunette resonated within her as well, and her tightly clenched jaws loosened to allow for tremors.

"He… h-he…" More tears began to flow down Belle's face.

They were hot and bitter, bountiful as they descended down her pretty eyes. Her weak body soon followed the trail of tears as she knelt on the same ground they struck.

"Rey is dead!" Belle cried out, her voice ascending as high as the heavens itself.

As she let out the words, releasing all the pain and sorrow into the world that watched her, all of her allies watched in shock.

Adonis' eyes widened with disbelief. His countenance made it so obvious that he could not believe what he heard.

Devastated would not begin to begin to describe how he looked.

Lucielle and Brutus both had shocked and pained expressions on their respective faces. The news about the deaths of one of their wards was, as expected, bone-chilling.

It was fortunate that the other Otherworlders could not hear the horrid news. However, none of that mattered in the face of the one person that this revelation affected most.

—Alicia White herself.

As soon as she heard that Rey was dead, something in her heart snapped into two—like a feeble twig. Then, like a glass made of fickle glass, her mind broke into pieces.

"Rey… died…?"

as silent whispers, her face clouded up and her brilliant amber eyes darkened; almost like an eclipse had

Then, the tears came.

out like a dam that

her tears saying all that went on within

Belle's, as she raised her voice and cried at the top of her

to the raw pain that the two girls displayed; one by bawling her eyes out, and the other by just

better than to ruin this moment. Any wrong move from them would be met by a swift strike from

single look of pure pain and anger mixed on Adonis' face was

and rekindle their strength—at the very least, until they would be able to escape their current predicament and report

and the

could have

here?" A

It was loud.

It was deep.

It was commanding.

boorish than the palace. I wonder why…" The owner of the voice

from its glossy surface. A cleanly cut

robe. The kind of apparel that only royalty would be allowed to wear. It had none of the unnecessary jewelry and excessive designs that often bloated the attire of human nobility,

a single obsidian necklace that gleamed with otherworldly beauty, and his pure black attire had purplish blue

of his eyes were doused in black, and his irises were

hint

were crowns born from his natural skin,

clearly chuckling at his joke as he

hands were behind him

and debris were all fed into his

cast his sights on the true reason he was there at that

—The Dragons!

loud in a way that none of the humans

tone was filled with only one