An Extra’s POV

~BAM!~

The fist of one of the seated Dragon Generals hit the main table that spread straight down within the meeting room. His action caused the piece of furniture to tremble, almost to the point of breaking apart.

However, it didn't.

Whether this spoke of the integrity of the table, or the fact that the General was still subconsciously holding back despite his current emotional state… it was impossible to decipher.

"Damnit! How did things get to this point again?!" He raised his voice, his bloodshot eyes piercing the room as he looked at everyone present.

The 12 Dragon Commanders were utterly silent, all of them having nervous and incredibly uncomfortable expressions on their faces. Their unfocused gazes shifted from one point to the other, with beads of sweat evident on their faces.

No one liked it when this particular Dragon General was upset.

However, since they all knew the source of his frustration—which inevitably led to anger—there was nothing they could say.

All they could do was sit and take it all in.

"Just yesterday you said they were being pushed back. You told me we would have them subdued by the end of the week. You said they were not a threat at all. And now… what's with this bullshit?!" He raised his voice, once again pounding the table.

At this point, his colleagues had to calm him down.

"R'azak, calm yourself." The one cloaked in blue muttered with a sigh. "This unexpectedness plagues us all, after all…"

robed General, turned to look at his colleague, still growling

"But—!"

It's better we calmly assess the situation." This time, the one with

the role of offensive leader due to his hot-blooded and incredibly violent nature, but that

known for his defensive maneuver; so he often took charge in times of dire straits. It was thanks to his leadership that the Dragons were able to hold out for so long despite the Elves

being on the

teenager—but his true age was

having some form of ties with the Emperor, but there was no

… He was strong.

Generals, he

hardly engaged in combat, and he only

now, despite the tension in the

what do you think about this, then? What other reaction am I supposed to make to the news that our forces have been decimated in the last strike?"

with every word he

I don't get it. Were they hiding something till the last minute? Did we underestimate them? It

Commanders knew to be silent in this period, so none of them leaked as much as a croak to these questions that were

his chin, stroking his well-polished beard—a sharp contrast to R'azak's shabby one. "I don't think they could have been hiding any secret weapon of any sort.

U'riah was right.

observation, were a very cooperative and compassionate race—at least to one another. There was no way they would allow their sisters to

speculations. In the end, isn't it best we ask the one person who should know about what happened better than the rest of us?" The juvenile voice of the Ashen General echoed

foot of the table, his demeanor a mask of calmness despite the confusion that plagued