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 protecting her if things ever went

if that were to be the case, which was why they had so

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

front of them, almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they were met with Rey's bloody face and

and bloody markings all over

body was indescribable. It

whispered this, the hulking form

saw this, all fell

sight. A million thoughts were

stared

was the same; a

exception had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the

… He didn't.

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his

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

faces, but he raised his hand, slowly and groggily

in his eyes, mixing with the blood that occupied

'... Please help me.'

move. He could run no longer, not after his legs had been broken by the enemy more

it difficult to breathe, and even

'I'm scared…'

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

'It hurts…'

these thoughts. No

he could feel the experience the hellish sensations that kept on torturing his body despite his

to run

someone to

was too late for that at this point. He couldn't save the people in front of him, just as they couldn't save

current moment, they all shared the

thoughts trailed as he felt the dark shadow of the Divine

air,

almost as if he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form that Dagon had, Rey could indeed be mistaken for something that dirty

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

amusement, but Rey's barely listening ears couldn't

was the growl of a monster—one

Sacrifice…' His thoughts trailed as

do anything now, he would