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.

currently using Magic on her, while the rest were charged with protecting her

fodder if that were to be the case, which was why they had so desperately prayed for Ralyks to

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

like a ragdoll, and once again… they were met with Rey's bloody face and battered

scars and bloody markings

It was a miracle

this, the hulking form of the creature

saw

thoughts were going on in his mind, but he couldn't focus

just blankly stared as

else was the same; a blend of surprise,

that gazed upon the bloody one and desired for

… He didn't.

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as his swollen eyes opened

allies were the

their faces, but he

Tears were forming in his eyes, mixing with the blood that occupied his

'... Please help me.'

longer, not after his legs had been broken

to breathe, and even moving his hand was

'I'm scared…'

naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the

'It hurts…'

these

sensations that kept

run away… to save

someone to save

this point. He couldn't save the people in

they all shared the

thoughts trailed as he felt the dark shadow of the Divine Beast behind

raised in the air, with pain shooting into his

but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver form

lifelessly, like a coat on a rack, slowly dancing

growl seemed to hint at amusement, but Rey's

of a

trailed as

didn't do anything now,