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…?"

words, serving as silent whispers, her face clouded up and her

Then, the tears came.

dam that had

She simply knelt there, her tears saying all that went on

tense, tragic scene was Belle's, as

others also had downcast faces, but nothing could compare to the raw pain that the two girls displayed;

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

single look of pure pain and anger mixed

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

humans mourned, and the

have expected what happened

I find here?" A voice

It was loud.

It was deep.

It was commanding.

why…" The owner of the voice

flowing black hair, with hues of dark purple and blue 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

black attire

eyes were doused in black, and his

hint of

if they were crowns born from his natural

chuckling at his

behind him as he

were all fed into his senses as he took a swift look

his sights on the true reason he was there at that

—The Dragons!

out loud in a way that none of the humans

tone was filled with only one