An Extra’s POV

"Rey… it's been a while."

The deep, terrifying voice of the enemy echoed out into the dark world that surrounded them.

Feralia was there to witness it all—how the dark-haired, blue eyed enemy spoke so familiarly with Rey as they both brandished their blades.

She watched in the distance, her eyes wide open as she stood still.

"Yeah." Rey responded very sharply, clearly uninterested in further conversation.

Still, the malefactor grinned widely, walking around very playfully as if this was all a game to him. He had a confident aura about him—almost as if his victory was already certain.

"Just give up already. Join our side… the winning side."

"No. Never."

"Think about it, Rey. The Dragons are superior to the Elves in every way. Resistance is futile…" As he raised his two hands, the thousands of Dragons that floated high in the sky began to draw close.

The heat in their mouths rose to a higher degree, and as the flames formed, it was clear that they were going to unleash hell upon the camp.

"Last chance, Rey!"

His amused voice echoed in the air, accompanied by the rising heat.

Feralia watched all of this with trepidation. She trembled at the sight of the armada, and she found herself violently perspiring as a result of the growing furnace—anxious about what would come next.

But, even amidst all of this… Rey simply smiled.

He raised his blade up with confident precision and muttered some unintelligible words.

Then—

~WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!~

A Sharp beam of light radiated from his sword, shooting high into the sky in order to meet the Dragons where they were. It was an instant shot of pure energy, and the result was a powerful burst of light that brightened up the night.

Like a reverse meteor, it rose with sheer beauty and power, until it finally achieved contact.

did… the brilliant burst of light eviscerated

breaths. All of those things were consumed by the powerful energy that sprouted from his

from sight, drowned entirely in the radiant display of

none of those thousands of Dragons could

had eviscerated them all… just

so strong." The enemy said, beads of sweat falling from his face as

our side… and you might be forgiven." Rey

this had

of so many of her sisters. The man before

thought

kill the enemy—Adrien—because he was not a Dragon,

deep within her heart that

with a light chuckle, his eyes now glowing violently. "Besides… there's

hoped for—a confrontation was

is with the Dragons, and yours isn't. That makes us

"Indeed."

both of them firing up their respective weapons with

Then—

~WHOOOOSH!~

towards each other. A clash of darkness,

~BOOOOOOOOOMM!!!~

met, the surrounding

a land

against the might of the resulting shockwave. Still, she felt the hair on

air trembled. The skies parted. Everything darkened, turning into

watching as her savior sent his blade flying towards

~CLANG!~

~BOOOOM!~

~CLING!~

to possibly keep up with, so she maintained her distance and watched

really that strong…

know

shreds. She could only wonder how long it would take before the Camp—and even the lands surrounding it—was reduced to

Nature… please