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.

couldn't do it, what

to be dependent and subservient. None of them knew

like you are in a bit of a bind." A voice suddenly

slick dark hair, with an eyepatch covering his left eye. A gentle, but somewhat cold smile graced his lips as he stared at the desperate Elves with a certain

casual for such an intense scenario. Not only

"Do you require assistance?"

would give the obvious "Yes" or give whatever answer that would

not--or rather, could

by garnering the aid of this human, they would not be

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

rather die than fall

"Arghhhh!"

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 strike would be fatal

be affected, but it was only a matter of

"Uarghhhh!"

"Gahhhhhh!"

"Aaaarhhhh!"

screams echoed in the air until the Elves couldn't

"P-please help us!"

barrier and

and merely based on how much she was screaming, it was easy to tell the kind of desperation she

her eyes as

slightly as he finally spoke up.

another word—perhaps in gratitude or skepticism—they found themselves already inside

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

was perfectly intact—all

"H-huh…?"

"H-how…?"

"W-what just…?"

needed not ask those questions the moment they stared at

any fear for him—neither was

vile beast who would have committed atrocities against them. Perhaps this was Nature's way of getting back

way

can't handle so many A-Tier