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.

execution; not that they would be able to do anything

come… and

~CRUNCH!~

or breaking

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

"Hey…"

of a young man followed the sound of the breaking

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

forth, and his

there was tense silence—rightfully so,

one had ever been able to stop Dagon since its 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 the mask fast enough to react to its swift

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

the hell

~WHAM!~

more, Dagon moved its

The result was devastating.

~BOOOOOOOM!~

body flung across the area as if he was nothing but a ragdoll who could hardly react to or resist the overpowering current of force that Dagon

calculate

"Grrrrr…."

desired to eliminate had

hand and tried to block the

knew the man wasn't

once impact was made… was different from the usual kind. Usually, those who were hit by Dagon's full speed

definitely felt the

"Grrrrrr…"

was still alive—and most likely its prey as

It couldn't have that.

~VWOOOOOSH!~

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

moved out of the way, but not without the blast

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

time since its arrival that it had

of that fear, was walking towards him…

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

Dagon felt challenged.

primitive instinct didn't understand most things, but there were certain

And a desire