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.

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

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

was an enemy of

possible. As such, he was more inclined to believe that the Spatial interference

time, Adrien departed from his position and transported himself to the

this while avoiding the swarm of projectiles that neared him

~FWUUSH~

of an eye, Adrien found himself

found himself exhaling

of an unbelievable purge

a lot going on in his mind, but

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

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

step into the

instantly froze in his tracks as the sensation

'This is… killing intent…?!'

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

defeat of the Dragon Commanders,

directing it

~WHOOOSHH!~

stood, right as

dust and smoke. Within the smoke were three silhouettes, their eyes glowing with deep passion

from the Dragon

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

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 Commanders, Soldiers, and Newts—all