An Extra’s POV

'Amazing...'
Adrien's eyes were wide open as he watched his allies get turned into an abominable compression of blood and meat. The cube
that contained their remains floated in the air for him to see, and he observed all of it in perfect silence.
'I couldn't save them.' He thought to himself, his lips parting to show dumbfoundedness. 'The perpetrator must have known, or at
least counted on, that.'
There was also the fact that the Dragons were killed in such a way that he couldn't get sufficient material to use for his
Necromancy.
'Do they know that I'm a Necromancer... or is all of this coincidence?'
It seemed to be more than coincidence, especially considering the value that the Commanders would have as his Undead
Sentinels. They would have been such indispensable assets, and now... they were absolutely wasted.
Adrien had to consider the possibility that the perpetrator had to have known something.
'Speaking of the perpetrator, I can't spot them at all. It seems they're incredibly gifted in that regard...' All of this was even more
frustrating because Adrien always had a choice to make.
'Should I use my true strength or not?'
If his life ended up being in danger, something he found to be very difficult to achieve, he would have no choice but to use even
more of his power.
However, this conservative approach of his had always been his method of handling affairs.
He was reluctant to change.
~ZZZZTZ~
Suddenly, he felt a buzz around him, causing him to leak out a small smile.
'Those idiots. If only they waited for a while...' The Spatial Interference around them had been lifted, which meant Adrien could
finally teleport away from the trapped battlefield.

'The Skill or Spell's effects most likely ran out. Though... there is also the chance that the perpetrator released it. But... why
would they?'
He, just like the Dragons, was an enemy of the Elves.
Whoever was on the side of the Elves had to recognize him as a threat and eliminate him as quickly as possible. As such, he
was more inclined to believe that the Spatial interference around him had been used up, or at least weakened.
And so, without wasting any further time, Adrien departed from his position and transported himself to the Dragon Camp.
All of this while avoiding the swarm of projectiles that neared him even until the last second.
~FWUUSH~
Space opened and collapsed according to his will, and in the blink of an eye, Adrien found himself standing right in front of the
Grand Tent.
"Huu..." Adrien found himself exhaling deeply.
Here he was, the only survivor of an unbelievable purge that shocked even him.
His army... his allies... none of them stood a chance against the might of their new enemy. There was a lot going on in his mind,
but Adrien knew he had to focus now that he was about to see the upper echelon.
He already knew that the Generals would be inside, and based on his incredible senses, he could already spot the three of them
standing still there.
'It's a moment of great loss for the Dragons. In the grand scheme of things, this moment isn't particularly significant, but... I
understand how this will be quite devastating for them. I have to acclimate to—"
Before Adrien could conclude his thoughts, already about to step into the tent, he felt something intense directed towards him.
He instantly froze in his tracks as the sensation intensified.
'This is... killing intent...?!'
Adrien was stunned, to say the least. The kind of killing intent he felt didn't just emanate from one, but all three of them.

Yes, the situation was unfortunate. They must have witnessed the crushing defeat of the Dragon Commanders, so their rage and
bloodlust were understandable. But—
'Why are they directing it at me?!'
~WHOOOSHH!~
Adrien instantly leapt from where he stood, right as a powerful explosion resounded there. ~BOOOOOOOOM!!!~
Debris scattered around the area of impact, followed by a swirling storm of dust and smoke. Within the smoke were three
silhouettes, their eyes glowing with deep passion as they remained stationary.
'They... want to kill me...!' Adrien landed a few meters from the Dragon Generals, his expression still displaying the surprise he
felt.
The smoke soon cleared thanks to the intense winds that blew in the area, revealing the Generals and their completely rage-
filled features.
Adrien was still observing them in silence when he realized that the entire area was surrounded by Dragons displaying obvious
signs of enmity. All of them—from the lesser revered Commanders, Soldiers, and Newts—all glared at him as they watched his
every movement.
It almost seemed like they were waiting for his arrival so they could eliminate him.
'Aren't they overreacting a little...?'
Yes, Adrien knew the death of the Commanders would warrant consequences regardless of the footage as evidence, but this
wasn't at all how he envisioned things to play out.
The most spontaneous event would be Ce'phas using the commotion as his chance to assault Adrien, using the death of the
Commanders as an excuse to fight. Compared to that, this situation was infinitely worse.
"Why are you—?"
"You have quite the nerve returning here after what you did, Adrien..." R'azak spoke up first, his rough tone carrying the weight
of sheer hatred.

He seemed to be the most bitter of the bunch, and it was clear he was using all of his self control to restrain himself.
"What I did? Surely you watched the recording. I actually—"
"Yeah. We saw everything..." This time, U'riah spoke up, his eyes furrowed while a frown remained etched on his face. "We saw
how you betrayed us, killing the Commanders while they were retreating."
'What?!'
To say he was stupefied would be an understatement. Adrien recoiled after hearing such an unbelievable report.
'Me? Kill them? Ah...' His mind swiftly went into action as soon as he received the information from the Generals.
'They don't seem to be lying, and if they really think this... it makes sense that they are displaying such clear killing intent.'
The logic was pretty coherent, only having one fatal flaw.
'How the hell did they arrive at such a conclusion?'