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!"

instantly digested his words, and their eyes began to brighten up

best course of action is to establish a functional defensive formation or construct and wait for the Spatial Interference to wear out, or for the

no way they weren't seeing their predicament. In that case... It was only a matter of time

the realm of reason. Their instincts were

chaos, the thirst for destruction... all added to the massive pride of the Dragons; one that now

time for them

them to the

"Yeah!"

for what they did

is what Che'ri and N'alsi would

"Let's do this!"

to Adrien's wishes, decided to face the Elven

in

pretty strong Dragons, and these were ones who belonged to the second strongest squad in

be incredibly skilled and

Victory was assured.

~VWUUUUUUUUM!~

under the beauty of flesh. In no time at

handled it, they would rain destruction and pain to

only thing on their

no time, but just s they were about to reach the

They weren't getting closer.

it just seemed like the space in front of them kept stretching and stretching.

touch the 'barrier' keeping them trapped, so they didn't know this was the exact same phenomenon. Instead, they thought it was perhaps some kind

Skills to break free from

of them… all

"ATTACK!"

~... shu…~

their potent Mana suddenly seemed to evaporate the moment it manifested, leaving behind only

at all

even if it

of a sudden… the whole thing could be

Why?