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

be the case, which was why they had so desperately prayed for Ralyks

But—

~BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~

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

scars and bloody markings

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

form of the

saw this,

thoughts were going on in his

stared

everyone else was the same; a blend of

without exception had trembling hearts—one that gazed upon the bloody one and desired for him to rise

… He didn't.

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his swollen eyes

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

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

his eyes, mixing with the blood that occupied

'... Please help me.'

move. He could run no longer, not after his

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

'I'm scared…'

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

'It hurts…'

these thoughts. No one

the hellish sensations that kept on

wanted to run away… to

someone

save the

they all shared the

the dark shadow of

air, with pain shooting into his brain

him by the hair, 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

coat on a rack, slowly dancing

to hint at amusement, but Rey's barely listening ears

was the growl of a monster—one

trailed as

didn't do anything now,