An Extra’s POV

Rey sat at the head of the table.

From where he was, he could see the faces of all the leaders in the Elven Camp—well, except for Feralia, who was standing right behind him.

It almost seemed like she was his bodyguard, and while that felt weird… he allowed it.

'Here we are… preparing for battle.' He nearly sighed, looking at the faces of the females who gave him star-struck expressions.

'I have no idea what happened in my absence, but all of them are beginning to look at me the same way Feralia did. Did my energy affect them all, but at a much slower rate? I'm not even sure anymore.'

The good news was that they weren't going to make any move on him, which made the entire meeting a whole lot bearable.

'Kara is busy with the Refinery Project and sorting out all the other important details within the Community.'

The Land of the Elves was a goldmine of resources, and it Kara's job was to help map it out and discover other hotspots that would provide potential revenue and immense profits for the Reaper Group and humanity as a whole.

'As long as it doesn't directly harm the Elves, then there's no problem, right? It's not like The Oracle forbade me from that.' He thought to himself with a bit of a smug smile.

"I believe you all know how the significance of this meeting."

The leaders fidgeted on their seats as they heard his voice. Their expression ranged from being tense to being attentive. The common denominator was that they were all serious.

"I have gotten a detailed report of your performance during the last attack. It was stellar work from your end, and I'm impressed that you did not suffer any casualties."

"It is all thanks to you, Sir Rey!"

"Hmm." Rey smiled and shrugged off the praise. He already knew that his contributions were what made the Elves stand so much as a chance against the Dragon Army, but he actually underestimated their performance even after granting them such tools.

'If you give a child a sword, that makes the child more dangerous, but it doesn't make that child too dangerous.'

Possessing a tool, and having the skill to use said tool were two very distinct things.

'But, it seems like they're practically the same for the Elves. Somehow, having those weapons I gave them made them quick experts—especially the projectiles.'

also impressive.

They were truly merciless.

also able to gain the upper hand last time after

feel like this was

only makes sense that they are a chosen race. In that case, I should just

up, interlocking his fingers as he leaned forward. He could see worry clouding the

had to go

The Elves must have been designated as a non-threat

of that would change very

involved, it only makes things even more complicated. Now that he's

as the benefactor of the Elves. Ater had already assured him that his presence in the Eastern Continent wasn't known to Adrien, so he could choose

Rey chose to remain

off his own tactics and keep my identity secret. Might as well simply watch from the sidelines and leave

battle as a result, but Rey had to remain on

only intervene when the time

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"It's time…"

floating in the sky. He felt the coolness of the air seep into his

against him, his

a disgustingly deafening cry. Their bodies were a mix of skin and bones, with layers of forbidden

abominations given form—the work of

consisted of multiple Monsters—most of whom ranged from B-Tier

they spilled onto the land as they began their march, they seemed to be an unstoppable army. A

positioned? Due to the density of Miasma, it will be incredibly difficult for us to be near the army, so how shall we

heard this, he removed his gaze from the advancing army

lined up in a straight line before him. He could see all their faces, and he could

he merely made

only going to watch from afar." His voice calmly elaborated on what

no time at all, he caught them all

Undead soldiers do not require rest or sustenance. They also deal passive damage to the enemy in terms of Miasma Poisoning. But… they aren't without a disadvantage

Miasma was