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.

they waited for a while…' The Spatial Interference around them had been lifted, which meant Adrien

likely ran out. Though… there is also the chance that the perpetrator released

like the Dragons, was an

recognize him as a threat and eliminate him as quickly as possible.

from his

while avoiding the swarm of projectiles that neared him even until the last

~FWUUSH~

in the blink of an eye, Adrien found himself standing right in front of the

Adrien found

only survivor of an

lot going on

knew that the Generals would be inside, and based on his incredible senses, he could already spot the three of them standing still

of great loss for the Dragons. In the grand scheme of things, this moment isn't

thoughts, already about to step into the tent, he

froze in his

'This is… killing intent…?!'

killing intent he felt didn't

have witnessed the crushing defeat of the Dragon Commanders, so their rage and bloodlust were

they directing it at

~WHOOOSHH!~

where he stood, right as a powerful explosion

smoke. Within the smoke were three silhouettes, their eyes

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

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