An Extra’s POV

"H-huh…?"

Before Tatiana could croak out a single word, she found herself suddenly right in front of the man who stared right at her.

His presence was so intimidating that, despite him being human, she didn't think of that fact at all. Instead, she trembled in his presence—even when he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"You have a high enough position here, so you'll be the one to tell me of your current situation."

The man didn't make any requests.

He gave commands.

Tatiana found herself slowly nodding, despite her aversion and pride. She wasn't one to have a pliable mind, but perhaps all of the stress had gotten to her.

Maybe, after seeing her sisters sprawling on the ground, at his feet, she already knew that fighting him was impossible. She, as well as her sisters, were completely at this man's mercy.

"Are you… a Dragon?" Tatiana muttered as she looked at him.

She didn't expect a response from him, and even if he did respond, there was no way to tell if he was speaking the truth.

Still, her curiosity managed to leak out of her lips… hence the question.

"No. My turn for questions…" The man took one step forward as he gazed into her eyes.

Tatiana shivered even more, her ears quivering as she squeaked under his overwhelming gaze.

"What in the world happened here? Tell me everything!"

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see. I see

who was leading them to the infirmary, per his

on his chin as he thought deeply about what Tatiana told

much about the battlefield, since she's a non-combatant, but it seems the situation with the

door of the tent, he was able to catch

eye nearly widened, though he

Esme, he wondered what her reaction would be. Unsurprisingly, she appeared distraught

couldn't be stopped by any Elven Magic, and for those who were lucky enough to develop a resistance to Miasma and even recover, their Mana Pool would be so drained that they wouldn't be able to

it, this was a terrible situation for the

for the terminally ill, who are condemned to death, but… there is still hope for at least some of these ones." Tatiana whispered, slowly turning to

the Elves, and sure enough, he could see

them a few days tops… they'll die.' He narrowed his gaze on

realizing it. If I leave this thing be… the results will

be tens of thousands of Elves in the Camp,

many had perished due to the Dragons and their newfound power, and for those who survived

for any of the Elves

whispered words into Esme's ears,

had her entire body covered in a hooded cloak, so most of her features were hidden. However, since Rey could see through her attire, he could tell how flustered she was once he

best to

a casual answer further proved his point, and he chuckled, almost

"Okay then."

instantly engulfing the entire tent in his [Perfect Domain Of The Divine]. Not only was he connected

consciousness and incredible speed, he could process

Then—