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.

was unconscious. No one would be present to stop this execution; not that they would be able to do anything but serve as witnesses even if they

come… and

~CRUNCH!~

sound of cracking bones, or breaking scales, echoed in

gradual and subtle… like it

"Hey…"

of a young man followed the sound of the breaking

fallen, her unconscious body resting on his broad torso, with

held onto the slumbering girl, and with another, he tightly grabbed the wrist of the Beast

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

there was tense silence—rightfully

lives. However, not only was this dark-coated man in the mask fast enough to react

caused the Divine Beast to pause for a moment, feeling its silvery-blue scales crack under the incredible strength of the man of

the hell

~WHAM!~

anything more, Dagon moved its other hand at full speed, sending it flying towards

The result was devastating.

~BOOOOOOOM!~

masked man was sent flying, his body flung across the area as if he was nothing but a

to calculate one thing,

"Grrrrr…."

had been flung

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 was much faster, so it ended up sending him flying deep into

man wasn't dead,

from the usual kind. Usually, those who were hit by Dagon's full speed would turn

definitely felt

"Grrrrrr…"

was still alive—and most likely its

It couldn't have that.

~VWOOOOOSH!~

the forest, destroying everything in its path as it approached the

as a deadly assault, Dagon quickly moved out of the

yelped, grabbing its hand to feel its scales and a part of its flesh shaved off by the brilliant white

the first time since its arrival that it had

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

her like one would a baby. He was

Dagon felt challenged.

most things, but there were certain emotions that even wild beasts felt. Pain.

And a