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.

Magic on her, while the rest were charged with protecting

to be cannon fodder if that were to be the case, which was why they

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

of them, almost like a ragdoll, and once again… they were met with

naked, with scars and bloody markings all over his

indescribable. It was a miracle that

whispered this, the hulking form

saw this, all fell

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

just blankly stared as the scene

the same; a blend of

had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the bloody one

… He didn't.

*************

his

his allies

barely pinpoint the expressions on their faces, but he raised his hand,

eyes, mixing with the

'... Please help me.'

busted to move. He could run no longer, not after his

it difficult to breathe, and even moving his hand was all

'I'm scared…'

naked body scraped upon the rough earth, rubbing on the

'It hurts…'

could hear these

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

run away… to save

wanted someone to

He couldn't save

current moment, they

as he felt the dark shadow

felt his body slowly raised in the air, with pain shooting

he was nothing but a filthy rag. Compared to the shimmering silver

a rack, slowly

at amusement, but Rey's barely listening

was the growl of

His thoughts trailed as his brain pounded and

do anything now, he