An Extra’s POV

No one wants to die.

The Young Ones were by no means an exception to that.

They each had dreams and hopes--one of which was to meet the Oracle one day, and perhaps sacrifice themselves for Nature or their Sisters.

Dying had to be done after their purpose had been achieved.

Not like this.

As all the Elves pounded on the barrier, now desperately desiring to return to the haven they previously rejected, they could feel the tremors growing louder, and the growls of the Monsters drawing nearer.

It was a frightening scene, one where the Elves could see death approaching while being unable to do anything about it.

The truth was that the Young Ones had never had recourse to fight a Monster before. Such tasks were left up to the Elders.

And, even the Elders would rather avoid fighting Monsters than confronting them directly.

For example, the Elder in charge of them--Gratiana La Shanagari--would often navigate the forest with her Ranger Class senses, so they could spot Monsters a long distance away.

Avoiding these things was easy with Gratiana around.

Even in situations where avoidance was impossible, she would use her [Territory] Skill to shroud them, while also applying [Camouflage] to cover everything within it. Using that, they were always able to avoid the savage beasts.

But now... things were different.

There was no Gratiana to help them out, and the Young Ones were pretty low on Mana to properly fight so many Monsters.

"T-they look like A-Tier Monsters..."

"They ARE A-Tier Monsters!"

"We are gonna die here, aren't we?"

"Uwahhhhhh!"

The Elves knew their fates were sealed. Not even their Elder could kill so many Monsters, especially not if they spotted her first.

it, what chance did

were meant to be dependent and

in a bit of a bind." A voice suddenly emerged from the other end

dark hair, with an eyepatch covering his left eye. A gentle, but somewhat cold smile graced his lips as he

dressed in what appeared to be a black sweatshirt and joggers--an outfit too casual for such an intense scenario. Not only did he remain calm despite the heavy pressure, but both hands were in his pockets as he spoke to the

"Do you require assistance?"

would give the obvious "Yes" or give whatever answer that would lead them to

did not--or rather, could

of this

rendered their Elder unconscious. For all they knew, he still had the nefarious intention of breeding them to create more Half Elf

they rather die than

"Arghhhh!"

the Elves at the back screamed as her arm was cleanly chomped off by one of the Monsters. Another had her leg completely severed, and the other was wounded by a claw strike. These were non-lethal injuries, but the next

the barrier were yet to be affected, but it was only a matter

"Uarghhhh!"

"Gahhhhhh!"

"Aaaarhhhh!"

Elves couldn't take it anymore. Or rather, one

"P-please help us!"

to the barrier and pounded desperately

her back thanks to the being barely grazed by one of the Monsters, and merely based on how much she was screaming, it was easy to tell

down her eyes as she

nodding slightly as he finally spoke up. "Very well. I shall be of assistance to

skepticism—they found themselves

at a frighteningly rapid rate. Their lost limbs were restored, and all the blood and injuries were seemingly reverted to a point beyond when the damage was

was perfectly intact—all within

"H-huh…?"

"H-how…?"

"W-what just…?"

ask those questions the moment they stared at the exterior of the barrier

fear for

committed atrocities against

no way

handle so many A-Tier