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…"

he heard this, R'azak, the purple robed General, turned to look at his colleague, still growling and seething from

"But—!"

we calmly assess the situation." This time, the one with

three Generals shared the same elevated position of leadership. Yes, R'azak was the one who often took the role of offensive leader due to his hot-blooded and incredibly violent nature, but that didn't mean the other

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 gaining

stop them from being on the losing end, but he minimized

the youngest—looking like a teenager—but his true age was one that no one in the

but there was no concrete proof to back it up. The only thing people

… He was strong.

Generals, he was certified the

to a minimum. He hardly engaged in combat, and he only did so when he found it to be worthwhile,

the tension in the

I supposed to make to the news that our

teeth gritted with

they hiding something till the last minute? Did we underestimate

silent in this period, so none of them leaked as much as

one. "I don't think they could have been hiding any secret weapon of any sort. Too many

U'riah was right.

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

these are just 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 out as he cast his gaze on the most obvious

to was seated at the foot of the table, his