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 eviscerated

their fiery attacks or powerful breaths. All of

sight, drowned entirely in the

later… none of those thousands of Dragons could be

them all… just like

beads of sweat falling from his face

too late to change your ways, Adrien. Join our side… and you might be forgiven." Rey let out his

had

the lives of so many of her sisters. The man

Feralia thought that with all

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

her heart that her sisters would

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

as Feralia had hoped for—a confrontation

the Dragons, and yours isn't.

"Indeed."

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

Then—

~WHOOOOSH!~

they charged towards each other. A clash of darkness, with their blades reflecting powerful

~BOOOOOOOOOMM!!!~

swords met, the

a land of

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

skies parted. Everything

as her savior sent his blade flying towards the enemy, who readily blocked it

~CLANG!~

~BOOOOM!~

~CLING!~

to possibly keep up with, so she

really that strong… or is Rey

know for

had, it felt like the very lands were being torn to shreds. She

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