An Extra’s POV

In the end, all went according to Ater's grand scheme.

The Nobles, Deserters, and Dragons were all eliminated on the same day—each taken off the board in a rather spectacular, yet natural way. As long as the narrative that was spun remained effective, there would be no problem.

The Nobles were killed by the Deserters, hence getting rid of them and the annoying authority that they wielded in the Alliance. The economic and social impact their demise was going to cause made the Royal Council silently celebrate. The dissolution of their estate, the confiscation of their assets, as well as the massive creation of spaces in the South, would allow for a greater quality of life and less cost for those who lived there.

There would also be less resistance to the governance of the Royal Council.

As for the Deserters, since they were wild cards running around—with no allegiance to the betterment of humanity—they were more beneficial being dead. Since they were used as the scapegoats of the Nobles, it only made sense that their deaths would be seen as deserving.

Yes, the Otherworlders who were their classmates would feel uncomfortable if they were to be executed, but if they died as a natural consequence of their actions, then their demise would be more justified.

As for the Dragons, their elimination was inevitable, but Ater simply had to make the most of their involvement with the Capital.

After understanding the purpose of their arrival, and the rules that they had to abide with, it was easy to orchestrate a scenario where the loss suffered by the Dragons would be far greater than simply killing them.

It would also serve to help him better understand certain things he was lacking in.

Needless to say… it was a great success.

'And now…' Ater thought to himself as he remained in the darkness. '... To prepare for the epilogue to this game.'

The last thing he hoped to achieve with his involvement was underway.

'Ahh… I can't wait.'

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Tremors.

Lord Of The Forbidden Valley, was experiencing tremors throughout her body

in their place of power—yet she felt helpless. The entity before

to speak, but words wouldn't

fixed down, unable to

The voice of the aged man echoed into the

usually had a calm, collected voice, and that was still present in the way he spoke to Frey'ja. But, there was also something else

It was silent rage.

broke the rules of the Emperor, Frey'ja. It is to my understanding

them to attack humans there! I warned them!' Frey'ja wanted to scream out, but she didn't dare speak now—interrupting

co-conspirators: Tat'urious, Pro'theus, and Vul'khan. I already paid them a visit

swallow her shriek the

to your indiscretion." As he said this, the Great Old Dragon took a step closer

be nothing more than

who brought them all together?

will my fate

orders. You are better off dead than alive—for the benefit of

her forehead against the ground, desperate to live. "H-have mercy! P-please…

The others must have also tried to plead their case,

Yet… YET…!

more diligently than I have in the past! I swear it! Please give me another chance!" Frey'ja already knew she couldn't win against the Dragon

ancient as the Dragon