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!"

their eyes began to brighten up in

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 Generals to come to our

live recording of the event, there was no way they weren't seeing their predicament. In that case... It was only a matter of time before

had long passed the realm of

destruction... all added to the massive pride of the Dragons; one that now spurred them at the moment. No longer were they going to deny their

was time for them

burn them

"Yeah!"

what they did to

and N'alsi would have

"Let's do this!"

wishes, decided to face the Elven Army--no

was, in

were ones who belonged to the second strongest squad in the

course, they would be

Victory was assured.

~VWUUUUUUUUM!~

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

would rain destruction and pain to the

on their

but just s they were about to reach the entity… the Dragons

They weren't getting closer.

flying at max speed, but it just seemed like the space in front of them kept stretching and

them trapped, so they didn't know this was the

of Skills to break free from the barrier, as well as fire at

of them…

"ATTACK!"

~... shu…~

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

else… nothing at

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

sudden… the whole thing could be

Why?