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.

The Spatial Interference around them had been lifted, which meant Adrien

there is also the

the Dragons, was an enemy

a threat and eliminate him as quickly as possible. As such, he was more inclined to

from his position and

the swarm of projectiles that

~FWUUSH~

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

found

he was, the only survivor of an

enemy. There was a lot going on

inside, and based on his incredible senses, he

moment of great loss for the Dragons. In the grand scheme of things, this moment isn't particularly significant, but… I understand how this will be quite devastating for

step into the tent, he felt

in his tracks as

'This is… killing intent…?!'

stunned, to say the least. The kind of killing intent he felt didn't just emanate

defeat of the Dragon

they directing it

~WHOOOSHH!~

where he stood, right

swirling storm of dust and smoke. Within the smoke were

few meters from the Dragon Generals, his expression still displaying

thanks to the intense winds that blew in the area, revealing the Generals

was surrounded by Dragons displaying obvious signs of enmity. All of them—from the lesser revered Commanders, Soldiers, and Newts—all glared