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

to be dependent and subservient. None of

of a bind." A voice suddenly emerged from the other end of the barrier, and a man

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 kind

appeared to be a black sweatshirt and joggers--an outfit too casual for such an intense scenario. Not only did

"Do you require assistance?"

the obvious "Yes" or give whatever

the Elves did not--or rather, could not--answer

this human, they would not be following the

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

they rather die than fall

"Arghhhh!"

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

be affected, but it

"Uarghhhh!"

"Gahhhhhh!"

"Aaaarhhhh!"

in the air until the Elves couldn't take it anymore. Or rather,

"P-please help us!"

the barrier

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

her eyes as she

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

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

at a frighteningly rapid rate. Their lost limbs were restored, and all the

perfectly intact—all within

"H-huh…?"

"H-how…?"

"W-what just…?"

ask those questions the moment they stared at the exterior of the barrier and found their

any fear for him—neither was there

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

way he'll

so many A-Tier Monsters