An Extra’s POV

~VWUUUSH!~

The lights of the hallowed shrine shone brighter as it welcomed Rey back into its inner embrace.

As the young man felt the cool ground of the sanctum, breathing in its air and staring at the statue—whose bright eyes were beginning to dim—he took in a deep breath.

"Huuu…" Then, he exhaled slowly.

He did all of this to calm himself, controlling the rabid emotions that threatened to burst through the threshold and consume him. That's right! Rey was feeling a myriad of emotions as he reappeared in the world as he knew it.

He felt frustration, rage, disappointment, confusion, sadness, and a bunch of other feelings—all coming at him at once, nearly overflowing within his stationary form.

Still, even with all of these, Rey maintained a straight facade.

'In the end, I had to accept the deal…' His thoughts trailed as he leaked out more heavy exhalations, doing his best to breathe deeply.

'I had no real choice, just as she said. Even when I tried bargaining, all of it fell through.'

Apparently, he had overestimated The Oracle's interest in the Elves. What was at the top of her priority was an heir, and Esme was a perfect candidate for that.

'She returned me here without letting me get too many words in. I guess she has no doubt that I'll follow through with the deal…'

Rey truly didn't like being used like this.

He hated being a mere piece in a game that he didn't even understand. Perhaps that what caused his ever-growing frustration.

No… that wasn't all.

it out…' In a way, Rey felt mad at her for just choosing the option that would most

also felt incredible

in the way of her goals? Should I really be doing this?' He thought to himself, mulling over

have the right to

helping in calming his emotions. In fact, since they only made the burden on him worse, he

way to get the replacement somehow. Esme will be free, and Alicia will be saved. I'll have my cake and eat it at the same time… there's

head was hurting,

was just feeling

deep breath,

~VWUUM!~

scenery changed and he found himself inside his lodge—within the luxurious room that the Elves had presented for

immaculately arranged, but it all felt utterly bland and

guess this is only natural, considering how amazing

like crumpling on his bed and forcing himself to sleep. At the

he could also dream of having Esme

gaze turned to

it wasn't

right before his door, twisting the knob so he could see his guest and not

He murmured, seeing her brilliant face as he opened

green hair looked messy, and her glasses also seemed a little out of place. She also seemed to be out of breath,

she wasn't waiting

not really in the mood to see

thing he needed more than anything was rest. He even shut Emil out of his thoughts, so

the moment, he didn't want any

Rey, but I have just made an