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…?"

clouded up and her brilliant amber eyes darkened; almost like

Then, the tears came.

like a dam that had

knelt there, her tears saying all

only voice that could be heard in the tense, tragic scene was Belle's,

raw pain that the two girls displayed; one by bawling her eyes

from them would be met by a

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

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

mourned, and

have

yet what do I find here?" A voice that no one had ever heard before suddenly rang in

It was loud.

It was deep.

It was commanding.

the voice stood at the center of the chaos, almost as if he had

gleaming from its glossy surface. A cleanly cut beard graced his smooth chin as his mature face lay

had none of the unnecessary jewelry and excessive designs that often bloated the attire of human nobility, yet something about

black attire had purplish blue designs that made it stand out beneath the glow of

doused in black, and his irises were a fine blend of blue and

a hint of

as if they were crowns born from his natural skin, were six

or something?" The man was smiling, clearly chuckling at his joke as

hands were behind him as he observed

filth and debris were all fed into his senses as he took a swift

the humans. He witnessed the devastation. Then, he cast his sights on

—The Dragons!

Ob'elisk!" The voice of Kar'en rang out loud in a way that none of

was filled with only