An Extra’s POV

'Amazing…'

Adrien's eyes were wide open as he watched his allies get turned into an abominable compression of blood and meat. The cube that contained their remains floated in the air for him to see, and he observed all of it in perfect silence.

'I couldn't save them.' He thought to himself, his lips parting to show dumbfoundedness. 'The perpetrator must have known, or at least counted on, that.'

There was also the fact that the Dragons were killed in such a way that he couldn't get sufficient material to use for his Necromancy.

'Do they know that I'm a Necromancer… or is all of this coincidence?'

It seemed to be more than coincidence, especially considering the value that the Commanders would have as his Undead Sentinels. They would have been such indispensable assets, and now… they were absolutely wasted.

Adrien had to consider the possibility that the perpetrator had to have known something.

'Speaking of the perpetrator, I can't spot them at all. It seems they're incredibly gifted in that regard…' All of this was even more frustrating because Adrien always had a choice to make.

'Should I use my true strength or not?'

If his life ended up being in danger, something he found to be very difficult to achieve, he would have no choice but to use even more of his power.

However, this conservative approach of his had always been his method of handling affairs.

He was reluctant to change.

~ZZZZTZ~

Suddenly, he felt a buzz around him, causing him to leak out a small smile.

idiots. If only they waited for a while…' The Spatial Interference around them had been lifted, which meant Adrien could finally teleport

ran out. Though… there is also the chance that the perpetrator released it. But… why would

Dragons, was an enemy

as quickly as possible. As such, he was more inclined to believe that the Spatial interference around

any further time, Adrien departed from

of projectiles that neared

~FWUUSH~

collapsed according to his will, and in the blink of an eye,

Adrien found himself exhaling

was, the only survivor of an unbelievable purge

enemy. There was a lot going on in his mind, but Adrien knew he had to

on his incredible senses, he could already spot the

of things, this moment isn't particularly significant, but… I understand how this will be quite devastating for them. I have

already about to step into the tent, he felt something intense

froze in his tracks

'This is… killing intent…?!'

of killing intent he felt didn't just emanate from

situation was unfortunate. They must have witnessed the crushing defeat

are they directing it

~WHOOOSHH!~

right as a powerful

swirling storm of dust and smoke. Within the smoke were three silhouettes, their eyes glowing

a few meters from the Dragon Generals, his expression still displaying the

cleared thanks to the intense winds that blew in the area,

them in silence when he realized that the entire area was surrounded by Dragons displaying obvious signs of enmity. All of them—from the lesser revered Commanders, Soldiers, and Newts—all glared at him as they watched his