An Extra’s POV

'Am I… going to die here…?!'

When Rey first woke up from his slumber and desperately arrived in the Capital, his motivation was to save his friends and the humans he resolved to protect.

He never really considered the possibility that he would ever find himself in this kind of situation; one where he was so powerless.

… So weak.

Forget about saving others, he couldn't even protect himself.

Even though things hardly ever went according to plan, he always saved the day somehow. He protected the entire Capital from the Dragon Commander's assault. He helped take down an entire Criminal Organization, and he conquered a Grand Calamity Class Dungeon.

He was able to defeat an Undead Dragon Lord, and while he wasn't quite sure about the height of power he had reached, Rey felt confident that he could possibly take on a Dragon Lord very soon.

Perhaps that was all his hubris at play.

Maybe he truly didn't realize that his undeserved power—while incredible—was not perfect.

[Doppel] didn't make him invincible.

The arrogance of the strong… despite his best attempts at trying to ensure he never fell for its temptation, Rey didn't realize when he started slipping into it.

It was a subtle process… one that he fully displayed by his lackluster approach in obtaining more strength, and his careless use of his abilities.

'I messed around too much…'

Why? Why did he play along with so many charades, when he could have been actively pursuing strength—the goal he had set for himself from the start?

He grew so concerned about others—his classmates, Esme, the Adventurers—that he failed to realize that he was too weak to afford that luxury.

A sinking man can not afford to save another who drowns.

Just because he had acquired some power—elevating himself above those who were around him—he had become less concerned about the power he so hungrily sought after at the very beginning.

Perhaps this was all wrong too…

Maybe he indeed tried his hardest and the emergence of such a threat was not something he could have ever anticipated.

He did his best to make sure everyone was strong enough in order to avoid a situation where—in his absence—everyone who mattered would perish.

allies even more? If he had been a bit

a little stronger… if he was only a bit

be honest… there was no room to contemplate

'I-It hurts…'

regenerating properly. Most of the bones in his body had

burning throat, and his

Everything hurt.

It didn't stop hurting.

floor, watching the

it hurts… ahhh…

to fall from Rey's eyes as he felt the pain sear into all parts of his body. His brain was overloaded with this nightmare, and there was nothing his

witnessed the brilliant glow that began to pulsate from the throat of the

Rey knew

"S-Sir Ralyks…!"

"...lyks!"

"Ra…ks!"

screams of those he tried to save, all

seemed they had all regained consciousness—most likely due to the [Absolute Healing] he infused with [Perfect Divine Defense] after sending them away from the range of the Divine Beast's disruptive

what was the

too weak and scared to do

Dagon was done with him, there would be even more casualties. Best case scenario, only Alicia would

that progress he

leak out a sound despite the blood

entire head pounded uncontrollably,

lose. Yet… here he was; doing the very thing he swore never to

"... I'm so sor—"

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

the brilliant blast from Dagon washed upon him like

body

vestiges of ash was left once the destructive echoes of the

only thing left on

[STATUS WINDOW]

- Name: Dagon.

- Race: Deity (Fallen)

Class: Divine Beast

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- Life Force: 300,000

- Mana Level: 250,000