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…?"

those mere words, serving as silent whispers, her face clouded up and her brilliant amber eyes

Then, the tears came.

like a dam

there, her tears saying all

voice that could be heard in the tense, tragic scene was Belle's, as she raised her voice and cried at the top

and the others also had downcast faces, but nothing could compare to the raw pain that the two girls displayed; one by bawling her eyes out, and the other by just

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

mixed on Adonis' face

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

mourned, and the

could have expected what happened

find here?" A voice that no

It was loud.

It was deep.

It was commanding.

boorish than the palace. I wonder why…" The owner of the voice stood at the center of the chaos, almost

hair, with hues of dark purple and blue gleaming from its glossy surface. A cleanly cut beard

apparel that only royalty would be allowed to wear. It had none of the unnecessary jewelry and excessive designs that often bloated

that gleamed with otherworldly beauty, and his pure black attire had purplish blue designs that made it stand out beneath the glow of

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

a hint of indigo

as if they were crowns born from his

man was smiling, clearly chuckling at his joke as he floated about

were behind him as he observed

debris were all fed into his senses as he took a

the devastation. Then, he cast his sights on the true reason he was there

—The Dragons!

in a

was filled with only