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.

it did… the brilliant burst

All of those things were

drowned entirely in

later… none of those thousands of Dragons could

had eviscerated them all… just

The enemy said, beads of sweat falling

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

knew this had to be

lives of so many of her sisters. The man before them was pure evil, and

an Elf, Feralia thought that

was not a Dragon, she hoped from the depths of her heart that Rey would do

her heart that her sisters

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

hoped for—a confrontation was

and yours isn't.

"Indeed."

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

Then—

~WHOOOOSH!~

very swift blurs, they charged towards each other. A clash of darkness, with their blades reflecting powerful light… the resulting clash

~BOOOOOOOOOMM!!!~

instant their swords met,

a

might of the resulting shockwave. Still, she felt the

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

watching as her savior sent his blade flying towards the enemy, who

~CLANG!~

~BOOOOM!~

~CLING!~

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

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

didn't know

being torn to shreds. She could only wonder how

please watch over