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…?"

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

Then, the tears came.

overflowed, bursting out like a dam

her tears saying all that went on within her

tragic scene was Belle's,

had downcast faces, but nothing could compare to the raw pain that the two girls

from them would be met by a swift

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

rekindle their strength—at the very least, until

and the Dragons

side could have expected

here?" A voice that no one had

It was loud.

It was deep.

It was commanding.

The owner of the voice stood at the center of the chaos,

its glossy surface. A cleanly cut beard graced

exquisite robe. The kind of apparel that only royalty would be allowed to wear. It had none of the unnecessary jewelry and excessive designs

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

and his irises were a

hint of

crowns born from his natural skin,

clearly chuckling at his joke as he

him as he observed

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

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

—The Dragons!

loud in a way that none

tone was filled