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.

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

march of death had come… and

~CRUNCH!~

of cracking bones, or breaking scales, echoed in the

also gradual and subtle… like it happened over time, all

"Hey…"

followed the sound

body resting on his broad torso, with her head finding comfort in the warm embrace of his unoccupied

cloak fluttered, and the black mask that he donned reflected the sunset. With one hand, he held onto the slumbering girl, and with another, he tightly grabbed the wrist of the Beast in front of

forth, and his crimson eyes

there was tense silence—rightfully so,

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

for a moment, feeling its silvery-blue scales crack under the incredible strength of the man of

the hell

~WHAM!~

masked man could say anything more, Dagon moved its other hand at full speed, sending it flying

The result was devastating.

~BOOOOOOOM!~

he was nothing but a ragdoll who could hardly react to or resist the

calculate one thing,

"Grrrrr…."

to eliminate had been flung away

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

man wasn't

the usual kind. Usually, those who were hit by Dagon's full speed would turn into paste before its hand

felt the

"Grrrrrr…"

man was still alive—and most likely its prey as

It couldn't have that.

~VWOOOOOSH!~

within the forest, destroying everything in

of the way, but not without the blast scraping a

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

the first time since its arrival that it had felt

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

prey in his arms, cradling her like one would a baby.

Dagon felt challenged.

understand most things, but there were certain emotions that even wild

a desire