An Extra’s POV

The realization of their imprisonment was only the beginning.

As soon as the pink-haired Commander felt the inescapable net that kept stretching forever, and she heard Adrien tell her the blunt truth, she felt something in her heart jump.

Swiftly turning to Adrien with an annoyed expression, she spoke up.

"Then figure something out! You're the smart guy who always--!"

~SPLOOOSH!~

Blood suddenly sprayed from her face as she spoke. The red liquid gushed out as a golden blade impaled her from behind, slicing her head in half.

"H-huh...?" She didn't even realize her own demise until it was too late.

Her colleagues looked at her with shocked expressions on their faces. They had all huddled together in an attempt to protect themselves from the incoming attacks being launched towards them.

They were also confident that they could sense any hidden attacks as long as they knew it was coming. But... none of them had predicted this.

They didn't even sense it until it was too late.

"Che'ri!" One of the Commanders screamed, but his words were drowned by the sound of her flesh exploding into tiny particles of meat and blood.

Once again, the area around them was tainted by fresh gore--all of it etched into the minds of the devastated Dragons.

All of them, without exception, were dumbstruck.

From 12 Commanders, they were left with only 10, and even that number didn't seem certain. No one knew when it would be their turn, so they panicked and looked around them with obvious paranoia.

Until--

"This is bullshit! We can't keep running and hiding like this!" Kre'mlin, one of the strongest-looking Commanders based on just physique alone, yelled out.

He had a deep glare on his face, one that he directed at Adrien, before turning towards the battlefield they were trying to flee from.

"We are Dragons! We don't run so shamefully... especially against feeble entities such as Elves. I don't know about you, but I still have my Dragon Pride left... and I won't allow it to be sullied!"

digested his words, and their eyes began to brighten up in support. Before

formation or construct and wait for the Spatial Interference to wear

weren't seeing their predicament. In that case... It was only

long passed the realm

pride of the Dragons; one that now spurred them at the

for them to

burn them to the

"Yeah!"

what they did

and

"Let's do this!"

wishes, decided to face the Elven Army--no holding

was, in

who belonged to the second

be incredibly

Victory was assured.

~VWUUUUUUUUM!~

them took on their true Dragon Form, revealing their monstrous forms that were hidden under the beauty of flesh.

they would rain destruction and pain

their bloodthirsty

time, but just s they were about to reach the entity… the

They weren't getting closer.

the space in front of them kept stretching and stretching.

of them were able to touch the 'barrier' keeping them trapped, so they didn't know this was the exact same

break free from the barrier, as well as fire at the

of them… all at

"ATTACK!"

~... shu…~

and power that the Dragons had released with their potent Mana suddenly seemed to evaporate the moment it manifested, leaving behind only vestiges

nothing at all was in

possible? For sure, they knew their Skills hadn't failed. In fact, even if

sudden… the whole thing could be seen

Why?