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.

not that they would be

march of death had come… and Alicia was chosen as its

~CRUNCH!~

or breaking scales, echoed in

subtle… like it happened over time, all encapsulated

"Hey…"

the sound of the breaking scales and

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

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

burst forth, and his

a moment, there was tense silence—rightfully so,

did, they would easily pay the price with their lives. However, not only was this dark-coated man in the mask fast enough to react to

feeling its silvery-blue scales crack under the incredible

the hell are

~WHAM!~

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

The result was devastating.

~BOOOOOOOM!~

was nothing but

failed to calculate one thing,

"Grrrrr…."

that it desired to eliminate had been flung away

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

man wasn't dead,

by Dagon's full

definitely felt the

"Grrrrrr…"

was still alive—and most likely its prey

It couldn't have that.

~VWOOOOOSH!~

the forest, destroying everything in its path as

of the way, but not without the blast scraping a part of its

grabbing its hand to feel its scales and a part of its flesh shaved off by

time since its arrival that it

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

her like one would a baby. He was also

Dagon felt challenged.

instinct didn't understand most things, but there were

a desire for