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 brilliant amber eyes darkened; almost like an

Then, the tears came.

overflowed, bursting out like a dam

tears saying all that went on within her fractured

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

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

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

of pure pain and anger mixed on Adonis' face

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

humans mourned, and

neither side could have expected

decided to leave my dreary abode, yet what do I find here?" A voice that no one had ever heard before suddenly rang

It was loud.

It was deep.

It was commanding.

place looks even more boorish than the palace. I wonder why…" The owner of the voice stood at the center of the chaos, almost as if he

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

long, 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 often bloated the attire of human

and his pure black attire had purplish blue designs that made it stand out

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

a hint of

crowns

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

him as he

his senses as he took

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

—The Dragons!

in a way that none of the

filled with only one