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.

this execution; not that they would be able to do anything

death had come… and

~CRUNCH!~

bones, or breaking

gradual and subtle… like it happened over time,

"Hey…"

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 finding comfort in the warm embrace of his

dark cloak fluttered, and the black mask that he donned reflected the sunset. With one hand, he held onto

forth, and his crimson eyes flashed brightly once

a moment, there was

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

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

hell are

~WHAM!~

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

The result was devastating.

~BOOOOOOOM!~

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

failed to calculate

"Grrrrr…."

eliminate had been flung away with the man that held

hand and tried to block

man

usual kind. Usually, those who were hit by Dagon's full speed would turn into paste before its hand even touched them, but there

definitely felt the

"Grrrrrr…"

the man was still alive—and most likely its prey

It couldn't have that.

~VWOOOOOSH!~

flashed from within the forest, destroying everything in its path as it approached

assault, Dagon quickly moved out of the way,

scales and a part of its flesh shaved off by the

time since its arrival that it

walking towards him… on the ruined path paved by the brilliant

her like one would a baby.

Dagon felt challenged.

there were certain emotions that even wild beasts

a desire