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!"

brighten up in support. Before any momentum

a functional defensive formation or construct and wait for the Spatial Interference

they were all watching the live recording of the event, there was no way they weren't seeing their predicament. In that case... It was only

the realm of reason. Their instincts

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

time for them to act

them to the

"Yeah!"

pay for what they did

Che'ri and

"Let's do this!"

Commanders, contrary to Adrien's wishes, decided to face the Elven Army--no

in itself,

strong Dragons, and these were ones who belonged to the second

be incredibly skilled and

Victory was assured.

~VWUUUUUUUUM!~

were hidden under the beauty

handled it, they would rain destruction and pain to the

thing on their bloodthirsty mind

Elemental in no time, but just

They weren't getting closer.

were flying at max speed, but it just seemed like the space in front of them kept stretching and stretching. It was rather odd, and

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

forth all manner of Skills to break free from the barrier, as well

them…

"ATTACK!"

~... shu…~

that the Dragons had released with their potent Mana suddenly seemed to evaporate the moment it manifested, leaving behind only vestiges that softly echoed like a

at all was in

Skills hadn't failed. In fact, even

a sudden… the whole

Why?