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.

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

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

like the Dragons, was an enemy of

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

Adrien departed from

the swarm of projectiles that neared

~FWUUSH~

his will, and in the blink of

found himself exhaling

he was, the only survivor of an unbelievable purge that shocked even

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

his incredible senses, he could already spot the three of

Dragons. In the grand scheme of things, this moment isn't particularly significant,

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

froze in his

'This is… killing intent…?!'

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

defeat of the Dragon

are they directing

~WHOOOSHH!~

right as a powerful explosion

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

soon cleared thanks to the intense winds that blew in the area, revealing

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