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 those things were consumed by the powerful energy that sprouted

their hundreds, they vanished from sight, drowned entirely in the radiant display

seconds later… none of those thousands of Dragons could be

them all… just like

said, beads of sweat falling from his face as he quickly took a fighting

side… and you might be forgiven." Rey let out his hand as he uttered those

had to be

no way their savior 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

Elf, Feralia thought that with all

not a Dragon, she hoped from the depths of her

prayed deep within her heart

his eyes now glowing violently. "Besides… there's no longer a place for me among

as Feralia had hoped for—a

and yours isn't. That

"Indeed."

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

Then—

~WHOOOOSH!~

darkness, with their blades reflecting powerful light… the resulting

~BOOOOOOOOOMM!!!~

met, the surrounding

into a

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 stand as she witnessed the destruction their clash

parted. Everything darkened, turning

her savior sent his blade flying towards

~CLANG!~

~BOOOOM!~

~CLING!~

was far too fast for her to possibly keep up

Is the enemy really that strong… or is Rey

know for

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

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