An Extra’s POV

Chaos.

That was the state that was bestowed upon the Capital that fateful day.

The City was in flames and echoes of anguish echoed from within it. The residents fled for their dear lives as destruction spread throughout—rapidly consuming everything in its path.

As buildings crumbled, lives were snuffed out in an instant. Men, women, children; the devastation everywhere did not discriminate. It took the lives and future of all of them without making any exception.

Monsters emerged from nothingness—as if appearing from thin air—to attack the City in an overwhelming horde. They broke down all that stood in their way, not intelligent enough to organize any sort of direction.

Their only purpose was chaos, and they performed it well.

If it had only been Monsters that attacked, perhaps there could be some semblance of hope for these people—these helpless people of the Capital.

But… there was more.

Dragons—two of them—hovered above the great city, partaking in the banquet of chaos that was being held. A single breath of theirs was able to destroy buildings, and their control over the aerial landscape made them invincible. Nothing could stop them… and so they continued.

On and on.

Amidst all of this chaos, a certain group of five watched from a rather tall building. They took in the tragedy that they were privy to—the fall of the precious haven for humanity in the harsh world of H'Trae. But these people couldn't care less. After all, they were strangers.

"The damage is a lot more than I expected. This is… damn…" One of the deserters whispered as he stared at the burning buildings that were closest to his position.

He could hear wailings and tons of cries from beneath him, and it only grew worse.

The sickening effect of the City's destruction was the cry of so many innocents. Their death was towards a good cause, and not all of them would perish, but still… it was very hard to watch and listen to their screams.

"When are we going to assist them? I think we should go no—"

a few moments more…" Felicia muttered, her eyes fixed on the magnificent sight of devastation that was spread

of lives and properties so much, but her plan was

desperate enough. A few

heroes, and by the time they were done dispatching all of the creatures, they would all be recognized by the people

in every

be on our side, so they are also on standby. We're the ones who get to shine during this

and Felicia was glad to

turned to all of her

the obedient dogs that they were, all of them waited for their orders, their faith completely placed in her. It

"... Let's go!"

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was simple, and it was executed that way as

to various parts of the City, aiding people and defeating powerful Monsters in order to be recognized by the

heroes in all senses

spotted people who required help, and also the Monsters who desired to do

dashed forward and prepared her twin

of

it felt too unreal. Still, she wondered how she would fare against a

opponents were a pair of Orcs—massive, brutish, tough, and

how the Reaper Group got their hands on so many Monsters and transported them to the Capital without

was possible through

~SWUUSH!~

to dispatch such hulking entities with

wasn't that they were weak… she was just

a lot of assistance from her equipment, but her

than I calculated. That's good…' Scouring for her next destination, Felicia

world. Yes, it was taken down, but there was always a good chance that they weren't fully

that's the case, they could use some unknown transportation network, forbidden Magic, or any other means, to achieve

Group's supposed leader—Rebal—this plan had been in the works for a very long time, so it only made sense that the Monsters and all the other resources necessary for such a large scale attack