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.

burst of light

or powerful breaths. All of those things were consumed by

their hundreds, they vanished from sight, drowned entirely

a few seconds later… none of those thousands of Dragons could be

eviscerated them all…

I didn't know you had gotten so strong." The enemy said, beads of sweat falling from his face as he quickly took

Join our side… and you might be forgiven." Rey

this had to

would ever offer redemption to someone who had taken the lives of so many of her sisters. The man before them was pure evil, and he was deserving of nothing short of

Elf, Feralia thought that with

Dragon, she hoped from the depths of her heart that Rey would

within her heart that her sisters would be

with a light chuckle, his eyes now glowing violently. "Besides… there's no

as Feralia had hoped for—a confrontation was

place is with the Dragons, and

"Indeed."

battle stance, both of them firing up their respective weapons with energy that sparked with myriads of

Then—

~WHOOOOSH!~

other. A clash of darkness, with their blades reflecting powerful light… the resulting

~BOOOOOOOOOMM!!!~

swords met, the surrounding

into a

from a safe distance, and even had a barrier around her to defend against the might of

ground shook. The air trembled. The skies parted. Everything darkened, turning into a land of ash and

watching as her savior sent his blade flying

~CLANG!~

~BOOOOM!~

~CLING!~

possibly keep up with, so she maintained

evenly matched. Is the enemy really that strong… or is Rey

didn't know

clash they had, it felt like the very lands were being torn to shreds. She could only wonder how long it would take before the Camp—and

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