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.

brilliant burst of light eviscerated

they launched their fiery attacks or powerful breaths. All of

vanished from sight, drowned entirely in the radiant display

none of those thousands of

them

enemy said, beads of sweat

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

had to be

their savior would ever offer redemption to someone who had taken the lives of so many of her sisters.

as an Elf, Feralia thought

an Elf, could not kill the enemy—Adrien—because he was not a Dragon, she hoped from the depths of her heart that Rey

deep within her heart that her sisters

eyes now glowing violently. "Besides… there's no

Feralia had hoped for—a confrontation

the Dragons, and yours isn't. That

"Indeed."

own battle stance, both of them firing up their

Then—

~WHOOOOSH!~

very swift blurs, they charged towards each other. A clash of darkness, with their

~BOOOOOOOOOMM!!!~

swords met,

a land of

watched all of this from a safe distance, and even had a barrier around her to defend against the might of the resulting shockwave. Still, she felt the hair on her skin

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

his blade flying towards the enemy, who readily blocked it

~CLANG!~

~BOOOOM!~

~CLING!~

up with,

Is the enemy really that strong… or is

didn't know for

was that for every clash they had, it felt like the very lands were being torn to shreds. She could

Nature… please watch over