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.

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

march of death had come… and Alicia was chosen

~CRUNCH!~

or breaking scales, echoed in the

it happened over time, all encapsulated in a

"Hey…"

followed the sound of the breaking scales and cracking

the girl who had fallen, her unconscious body resting on his broad torso, with her head finding

and the black mask that he donned reflected the sunset. With one hand, he held onto the slumbering girl, and with another, he

dark tone burst forth, and his crimson eyes flashed

was tense

with their lives. However, not only was this dark-coated man

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

hell

~WHAM!~

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

The result was devastating.

~BOOOOOOOM!~

was nothing but a

calculate one

"Grrrrr…."

The prey that it desired to eliminate had been flung away with the man that held

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

the man wasn't

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

definitely felt

"Grrrrrr…"

alive—and most likely

It couldn't have that.

~VWOOOOOSH!~

the forest, destroying everything

it as a deadly assault, Dagon quickly moved out of the way, but not without the blast scraping

to feel its scales and a

its arrival that it

him… on

had Dagon's prey in his arms, cradling her like one would a baby. He was also

Dagon felt challenged.

primitive instinct didn't understand most things, but there were certain emotions that even wild beasts felt. Pain. Fear.

And a