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 could finally

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

was an enemy

was on the side of the Elves had to recognize him as a threat and eliminate him as quickly as possible. As such, he was more inclined to believe that the Spatial interference around him had

without wasting any further time, Adrien departed from

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

~FWUUSH~

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

found himself

he was, the only survivor of an unbelievable

might of their new enemy. There was a lot going on in his

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

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

Adrien could conclude his thoughts, already about to step into the tent, he felt something

froze in his tracks as the

'This is… killing intent…?!'

kind of killing intent he felt didn't just emanate from one, but

witnessed the crushing defeat of the Dragon Commanders, so their

are they directing it

~WHOOOSHH!~

right as a powerful

the area of impact, followed by a swirling storm of dust and smoke. Within the smoke were three silhouettes, their eyes glowing with deep passion as they

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

intense winds that blew in

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 revered