An Extra’s POV

Death.

It's such a frightening thing.

It fuels its victims with desperation as they attempt to swim against the inevitable tide of tragedy that rushes against them.

This unstoppable march… it never ends.

Scary, is it not? Enough to turn knees weak, and body limp.

Well, an embodiment of this very concept now stared down at a girl—a teenager who was no more than sixteen—right after taking the life of her comrade.

The smell of blood and gore filled the air, creating an acrid odor that would cause any to crinkle their nose and leak out a tear or two.

This overwhelming sensation, and the bleak atmosphere caused by the shadow cast by the creature of chaos, finally began to register in the broken mind of Alicia White.

It was at this moment that she fully understood the terror of death.

Her response.

"ARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A loud scream, akin to the cry of a powerless cur, filled the air, as tears fell down her eyes.

Who was she crying for?

Her fallen friends? Billy? Herself? Perhaps all of the above…

Either way, there was only so much strain that a human mind could take. After that single cry, Alicia could no longer bear the overbearing weight that constantly tasked her brain and body.

As such, she passed out right there and there.

As her lids closed shut, her kneeling body began to descend to the ground. To anyone watching, it would have been a swift fall to the cold earth, but… to the Beast that observed the slump, he witnessed it with much time to spare.

Once again, it thrust its hand towards Alicia's falling body, planning on wrapping its palm on her face and crushing it in one try.

That would be the end of everything.

~WHOOOSH!~

In swift motion, much faster than before, it lunged its hand towards Alicia.

would be present to stop this execution; not that they would be able to do anything but serve as witnesses even if they

and Alicia was chosen as

~CRUNCH!~

or breaking scales,

also gradual and subtle… like it happened over time, all encapsulated in a mere

"Hey…"

man followed the sound of the breaking

was currently holding onto the girl who had fallen, her unconscious body resting on his broad torso, with her head

reflected the sunset. With one hand, he held onto the

dark tone burst forth, and his crimson eyes flashed brightly once he made

was

this world. If they did, they would easily pay the price with their lives. However, not only was this dark-coated

feeling its silvery-blue scales crack under the incredible strength of the

the hell

~WHAM!~

masked man could say anything more, Dagon moved its other hand

The result was devastating.

~BOOOOOOOM!~

flung across the area as if he was nothing but a ragdoll who

calculate

"Grrrrr…."

to eliminate had been flung away with

was fast enough to see what had happened. The man surely let go of his other hand and tried to block the incoming assault as fast as he could, but Dagon

the man wasn't

made… was different from the usual kind. Usually, those who were hit by Dagon's

felt the

"Grrrrrr…"

alive—and most

It couldn't have that.

~VWOOOOOSH!~

within the forest, destroying everything in its path as it

of the way, but

to feel its scales and a part of its flesh shaved off by the brilliant white

was the first time since its arrival that it had

the architect of that fear, was walking towards him… on the ruined path paved

arms, cradling her like one would a baby. He

Dagon felt challenged.

but there were certain emotions that even wild beasts

And a desire for