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.

while the rest

were to be the case, which was why they had so desperately prayed

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

front of them, almost like a ragdoll, and

naked, with scars and bloody markings all

amount of damage evident through his body was indescribable. It was a miracle that he was even breathing after

whispered this, the hulking form of

they saw this, all fell

eyes witnessed this sight. A million thoughts were going on in his mind, but he

blankly stared as

the same; a blend of surprise, fear,

upon the bloody one and desired for him to

… He didn't.

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his swollen eyes

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

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

mixing with the

'... Please help me.'

were too busted to move. He could run no longer, not after his legs had been broken by

and even moving his hand was

'I'm scared…'

hurt so much that he felt it would explode at any given moment. His naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the countless

'It hurts…'

could hear these thoughts. No one

experience the hellish sensations that kept on torturing his body despite his pleas for

wanted to run away… to save

wanted someone to

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

moment, they all

shadow of the Divine Beast behind him. 'I'm…

slowly raised in the air, with pain shooting into his brain from his

rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey could indeed be mistaken for something

lifelessly, like a coat on a

Dagon's growl seemed to hint at amusement, but Rey's barely listening

heard was the growl of

use Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as his brain pounded

didn't do anything now, he would