An Extra’s POV

It first happened when Ralyks died, and then re-emerged from the dead.

All of the Otherworlders, as well as the Kingdom's Strongest, were relieved to see the re-emergence of their champion.

They prayed—hoped—that he would emerge victorious this time.

Dagon was not an opponent any of them could even think of beating. It was an entity that far surpassed the capabilities of a Dragon Lord—an entity beyond reason.

Ralyks was their only option for victory.

But… the one who emerged from the depths wasn't Ralyks at all. It was a much shorter, less attractive version of the man they all revered.

He had dark hair, sure, but his plain face and slightly above average stature gave a much different vibe from the Dark Adventurer.

What's more… he resembled a classmate of theirs—one who was supposed to be dead.

At that moment, the audience was no longer looking at Ralyks. Instead, their gaze was on the most unexpected man behind the mask.

—Rey Skylar!

And so, as the tremors continued throughout the fight between Rey and Dagon, they tried to reconcile what they saw with their pre-existing notions.

"B-but how…?" One asked.

~BOOOOOOOOM!~

"R-Rey is dead, right? Why is he…?"

~VWUUUUUM!~

"Why does Sir Ralyks look like Rey? T-that makes no sense…"

~BOOOOOOOOM!~

"What is going on exactly? Is that really him?"

Confusion ran amuck among the students and their teachers, with eyes wide and faces worn thin. They were all too exhausted to join the battle, and even if they were at top form, their weakness made it impossible to contribute in any meaningful way.

They were meant to be spectators only.

Much to everyone's concerns, the only one who was still unconscious was Alicia. Perhaps it was because of the Summoning, or some other reason beyond that, but she hadn't yet opened her eyes.

on her, while the rest were charged with

be the case, which was why they had

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

body flung in front of them, almost like a ragdoll,

with scars and bloody

damage evident through his body was indescribable. It was a miracle that

form of the creature descended on the

they saw

was frozen rock solid as his eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going on

stared as the

was the same; a blend of surprise, fear, and

trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the bloody one and desired for him to

… He didn't.

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his

vision was blurry, and much to his surprise, his allies were the first things he saw

the expressions on their faces, but he raised his hand, slowly and groggily towards

mixing with the blood that

'... Please help me.'

longer, not after

even

'I'm scared…'

any given moment. His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the countless bruises and marks that had

'It hurts…'

these thoughts.

hellish sensations that kept on torturing his body despite his pleas for them

to run

wanted someone

point. He couldn't save the people in front of him, just

this current moment, they all

dark shadow of the Divine Beast behind

in the air, with pain shooting into his brain from

rag. Compared to the shimmering silver

a coat on a rack, slowly dancing in the air like a

Dagon's growl seemed to hint at amusement, but Rey's barely listening ears couldn't process

was the growl of a monster—one that signified

His thoughts trailed as his brain

didn't do anything now,