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.

a while…' The Spatial Interference around them had been lifted, which meant Adrien could finally teleport away from the

Spell's effects most likely ran out. Though… there is also the chance that the perpetrator released it. But…

was an enemy of the

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

from his

projectiles that neared him even until the

~FWUUSH~

according to his will, and in the blink of an eye, Adrien found himself standing right in

Adrien found himself exhaling

the only survivor of an unbelievable purge that

the might of their new enemy. There was a lot going on in his mind, but Adrien

and based on his

grand scheme of things, this moment isn't particularly

about to step into the tent,

his

'This is… killing intent…?!'

to say the least. The kind of killing intent he felt didn't

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

are they directing it

~WHOOOSHH!~

leapt from where he stood, right as

followed by a 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

intense winds that blew in the area, revealing the Generals

signs of