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

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

~CRUNCH!~

sound of cracking bones, or

but also gradual and subtle… like it happened over time, all encapsulated in a

"Hey…"

young man followed the sound of the breaking scales

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

With one hand, he held onto

His deep, dark tone burst forth, and his crimson

there was tense silence—rightfully so,

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

feeling its silvery-blue scales crack

the hell

~WHAM!~

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

The result was devastating.

~BOOOOOOOM!~

as if he was nothing but a ragdoll who could hardly react to or resist the overpowering current of

failed to calculate one thing,

"Grrrrr…."

to eliminate had been flung

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 up sending

man

kind. Usually, those who were hit by Dagon's full speed would turn into paste before its hand even touched them, but there was no

definitely felt

"Grrrrrr…"

was still alive—and most likely its

It couldn't have that.

~VWOOOOOSH!~

forest, destroying everything in its path as it approached

moved out of the way, but not without

scales and a part of its flesh shaved off by

was the first time since its arrival that it had felt

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

cradling her like one would a baby. He was also walking

Dagon felt challenged.

but there were certain emotions that even

And a desire for