An Extra's POV - Chapter 689: How The Fight Ended

The Strongest.

It means different things to different people. Some attribute only physical characteristics to it, while others consider the mental or supernatural attributes to the term.

However, everyone shares one common assumption when addressing the matter.

To be the strongest means to be the best.

And… Ce’phas could be considered the ‘Strongest’ of the 2nd Squad.

Not only were his Stats absurdly high, at least compared to the other Generals, but his Skills had a much higher level of mastery. His Level was higher too, making him an all-round superior entity when compared to almost every other General.

But, that wasn’t the only reason he was feared and revered as the strongest.

The main reason was due to his Skill: [Time Dilation].

[Time Dilation]

Tier: S

Ability: Allows the user to control the flow of time experienced by a specified target. The target’s time can be slowed, reversed, or advanced.

[Limitation: Physical contact must be made on the target to activate this Skill.]

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With this Skill, Ce’phas could advance his own time, making him much faster than normal. He could also slow down the time of his targets by only touching them once.

The most dangerous aspect of it was the ‘reversal’ aspect, that allowed him to reverse the state of his target–including their positions or wellbeing.

Using this power, even if he fell under a fatal attack, it would be as if he never sustained any injury. As long as this power existed, and he had it activated, Ce’phas was unstoppable by those within his rank or lower.

He was an absolute monster.

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“It’s over, Ce’phas. You win…”

The two Dragon Generals stood beside the Dragon General. He was kneeling atop the bloodied corpse of Adrien Chase.

There was only so much a corpse could take before turning all mangled and gross; unrecognizable from its previous state. Ce’phas had dealt such intense and immense damage on the body that it had become nothing but a mesh of ground bones and pasty flesh.

The ground had suffered considerable damage. The whole area around him had sunk to the ground, making it an expansive crater with blood designing its walls.

Ce’phas, after hearing the words of his colleagues, and feeling their hands on his shoulders, finally stopped pounding the boy’s dead flesh and exhaled deeply.

“Huuu…”

For a moment, dreary silence filled the crater.

The Generals were still as they waited for him. He used his Skill to remove all the blood from his body, making him squeaky clean. His ashen outfit also returned to him, and in no time at all… he was back to normal.

He looked nothing more than a sweet kid with horns, wings, and a tail.

Some speculations were already floating around that he constantly used his [Time Dilation] to keep himself forever young, and that he was much older than he seemed, while others claimed he was actually still a child considering his personality.

Whatever the case was, the two Generals behind him didn’t care one bit.

As long as he was not a threat to them, and he could handle their enemies with the same fervor… they were always going to be on his side.

“How long was it this time…?” He asked, rising from the gore beneath him.

R’azak and U’riah looked at each other for a few seconds, each wondering if the other would do the honors of saying it. After those moments of uncomfortable silence, R’azak finally took on the mantle of speech.

“Five hours. It’s not bad, considering your past recor… ahem, I mean… yeah.”

“I see…” Ce’phas muttered, returning his gaze to the bloody mess he had turned Adrien into. His white hair darkened and his eyes stopped glowing, leaving a dead look in his eyes as he leaked out a sigh.

“I thought he’d make me last longer. I suppose he wasn’t as strong as I was hoping.”

“Yeah…”

“Sorry about that…”

The faint melancholic mood was soon discarded the moment Ce’phas smiled and returned to his cheerful mood.

“I suppose that’s good news for you! I didn’t take up too much of your time, so we can commence the meeting!”

The moment he smiled, the other two Generals did the same

—albeit a little more awkwardly.

“Yeah! We were even considering starting without you.”

“What? Are you for real?!”

“Yep! That’s what you get for not ending it quickly!”

“But I can’t help it…”

“Yeah, yeah…”

The Dragons ascended from the crater, laughing cheerfully as if nothing had happened. As soon as they did so, they found all the Dragons of the Camp already gathered around.

They totalled a couple thousand—not a particularly impressive number, considering what the Elves had just displayed.

Still, the fact that they all belonged to the proud Dragon Race was enough of an assurance for the Generals, who were now slowly walking to the tent.

“We should get this over with already. The sooner we crush the Elves the better.”

“Indeed. The rest are already waiting for us.”

“We can’t keep them waiting, can we?”

The Generals entered the tent and found their 12 Commanders occupying their positions in their respective seats. The moment the Commanders noticed the entry of the Generals, they all rose to their feet, bowing in respect.

As usual, the Generals responded by slightly raising their hands, and the twelve returned to their seats. Everyone was in a serious mood, as expected of such an important meeting.

… Even the man at the foot of the table.

“Apologies for the delay. We had to handle a rather suspicious traitor, as you all know. Hope you don’t mind the wait, Adrien?”

All eyes fell on the human who sat comfortably and watched the Dragons with a calm smile on his face.

“Not at all. Who would have expected that a Dragon would betray the Camp in favor of the Elves? You were right to punish him…” All twelve Commanders nodded, and the Generals followed suit—satisfied with Adrien’s answer.

“Right? In any case, we should commence the meeting.”

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