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.

Interference around them had been lifted, which meant Adrien could

Skill or Spell's effects most likely ran out. Though… there is also the

the Dragons, was

him as quickly as possible. As such, he was

wasting any further time, Adrien departed from his position and

projectiles that neared him

~FWUUSH~

in the blink of an eye,

Adrien found himself exhaling

he was, the only survivor of an unbelievable purge that

allies… none of them stood a chance against the might of their new enemy. There was a lot going on in his mind, but Adrien knew he had

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

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

in his tracks as

'This is… killing intent…?!'

least. The kind of killing intent he felt didn't just

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

they directing

~WHOOOSHH!~

right as a powerful

area of impact, followed by a swirling storm of dust and smoke. Within the smoke were three silhouettes, their eyes

meters from the Dragon Generals, his expression still

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

was still observing 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