Extra's Rise: I Stole All The Women In The Hero's Party-Chapter 37: Fool (II)

For a moment, he didn’t feel it.

Then, the pain crashed into him.

It was white-hot, burning from the inside out, and his entire body locked up in shock.

He gasped, his sword slipping from his fingers as his body lurched.

The tentacle twisted inside him, and he could feel the sickening wetness of his own blood spilling onto the ground.

He coughed, something warm and thick rising in his throat.

Tobias was still screaming his name.

Bran had stopped moving.

Elisse...

Her hands were shaking even more now, her lips parted in horror.

Kara’s eyes were wide, her usual sharp demeanor replaced with something he had never seen before—

Panic.

Zayn’s vision blurred.

His knees buckled, and the tentacle withdrew, leaving a gaping wound in his stomach.

He swayed, barely managing to keep himself from collapsing completely.

He opened his mouth, then let out a strained chuckle.

"Heh..."

He coughed again, tasting iron.

"...I really am a fool."

Then, he fell.

"ZAYN!"

Tobias’ voice thundered through the battlefield, raw and uncontrolled.

No one had ever seen him like this before — his usual cold, calculating demeanor was gone.

His sharp eyes, always holding a distant amusement or indifference, were now wild with urgency.

His hands trembled, but not from fear — from the sheer, overwhelming force of the magic surging through him.

He barely even noticed himself moving.

His mouth opened, and the incantation spilled out — words in an ancient tongue, whispered between scholars and warlocks, a language of devastation only known to those who had stared into the abyss of destruction and dared to call it forth.

But he chanted so fast — too fast for the others to hear, too fast for them to comprehend.

Yet, if one had been able to slow down time, they would have caught the words spoken with absolute clarity:

"Spirits of destruction, heed my call.

Flames that sear the sky, come forth.

Waters that drown the stars, rise. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Lightning that tears the heavens, descend.

By my will, by my wrath — become dragons of annihilation!"

The air shifted—no, it shattered.

The battlefield trembled.

The sky, once filled with the dying embers of the setting sun, turned black. The roar that followed was not from any mortal beast, but from something ancient, something primordial.

A firestorm erupted in the sky, molding itself into the body of a colossal dragon, its scales like molten lava, the sheer heat of its presence distorting the air around it.

A second dragon, formed from raging water, rose beside it, its liquid form shifting constantly, roaring with the fury of an unstoppable tide.

And the third — made of pure lightning — crackled and surged, its jagged form barely containing the raw power within, bolts dancing along its limbs like an unstable storm.

Three dragons.

Three titanic forces of destruction, their presence alone threatening to crush everything in their path.

They did not hesitate.

They charged.

The ground split beneath them as they launched forward, their combined might howling toward the enemy, a force that no living being could withstand.

The monster simply raised a hand.

And a barrier formed.

A translucent shield of pure energy flared into existence in front of the creature, pulsing with an eerie light.

The three dragons collided —

And the impact sent a shockwave ripping through the battlefield.

Dust and debris exploded outward. Trees bent and snapped like twigs, and the ground quaked as if the world itself was breaking apart.

But the barrier held.

The monster barely moved.

Tobias’ eyes widened in disbelief. His strongest spell — one capable of leveling a battlefield — was being stopped.

But the barrier did not remain for long.

Because the fire dragon had not been destroyed.

It had been deflected.

And now — it was falling.

The sky burned as the fiery beast twisted in the air, and the moment the shield flickered, it plunged downward.

Straight toward the monster.

There was no time to react.

The fire dragon slammed into the creature, taking it high into the air before it detonated.

A blinding, all-consuming inferno swallowed the heavens, its intensity so great that even the distant town could see its glow.

The monster fell to the ground.

The flames had razed its flesh, scorching deep into the creature’s inhuman form.

Smoke rose from its charred skin, the stench of burnt flesh thick in the air. And yet —

It stood up.

Like nothing had happened.

Its grotesque tentacle-ridden body shifted, bones cracking as it walked forward.

Its movements were slow, deliberate — almost mocking.

The firestorm that should have reduced it to ash had barely been enough to stop it for even a few moments.

Tobias’ breath came sharp and fast.

His body tensed as he realized the truth.

This thing — this abomination — was stronger than anything they had faced before.

"Rain hell upon it!"

His voice cut through the battlefield, sharp as a blade.

And then —

He moved.

A flash of silver as he shot forward like a streak of light, no hesitation in his movements.

His glasses, always adjusted carefully before a battle, were completely ignored — his focus was singular.

From his inventory, he pulled forth a blade.

It gleamed with a deadly light.

A weapon forged for one purpose — to kill.

Kara trembled.

She stood frozen, staring at Zayn’s body lying motionless on the ground far away from them, his blood soaking into the dirt.

Her hands clenched into fists.

Tears trailed down her cheeks as she forced herself to move.

She turned to Elisse, her hands gripping the trembling nun’s shoulders.

"You’d better reinforce us," Kara’s voice was thick with emotion, her breath shaky but her resolve unyielding.

"We need to avenge Zayn."

Elisse’s breath hitched.

Her shoulders shook violently.

The tears flowing down her pale cheeks wouldn’t stop.

Zayn — his laughter, his dumb jokes, his presence — he was just there, fighting with them, and now —

He was gone.

Her hands trembled.

But she raised them anyway.

A small glow flickered from her fingertips, fragile — like the faith she was desperately clinging to.

And then —

Light burst forth.

The reinforcement magic surged, enveloping them in a radiant glow.