The Extra's Supremacy-Chapter 41: Demonic Wyvern

On the Other Side...

The Scout led the group in silence.

Bob, glancing around nervously, asked, "Where are you taking us?"

The Scout didn’t respond right away. A few tense seconds passed before he finally said,

"We found a ritual altar. I’m taking you there."

He added with a half-smile,

"We need as many minds as we can get. At least one idea might work, right?"

The group exchanged uneasy glances but nodded. They continued walking.

After several minutes, they arrived. The altar was small, barely a meter across, but ominous in its stillness.

The Old Guide stepped forward to examine it.

But before the others could join him, the Scout summoned a dagger and thrust it into the Guide’s neck.

Gasps erupted.

Blood gurgled as the Guide collapsed. The Scout didn’t stop. He lifted the old man’s body and placed it on the altar like an offering.

The group staggered back in shock, eyes wide, breaths shallow.

Bob’s voice cracked. "W-Why...?"

Blood ran through the engraved patterns of the altar, glowing faintly as it moved.

The Scout turned to Bob, eyes calm. "It’s necessary. If we want to escape this place, a life must be sacrificed."

A droplet of blood slid off the dagger’s tip and hit the stone.

Bob’s eyes narrowed. "Then why are you still holding your weapon?"

The Scout smiled. Cold. Calculated.

"Just in case one sacrifice isn’t enough."

That single sentence struck like a thunderclap and sent a ripple of dread through every heart in the group.

***

In the distance, Uncle Robert was making his way back to meet Alvida when he came across a stranger.

A girl stood in the middle of the path.

Long black hair. Marble-black eyes. Still as a statue.

She and Robert stared at each other without a word.

Robert broke the silence first. "Who might you be, little girl? How did you enter this domain?"

The girl raised a hand, revealing a ring.

Robert squinted, inspecting it, then nodded to himself.

"I see. That’s the tracking ring from one of our fallen comrades."

She nodded in confirmation.

Robert asked, "Then what’s your name?"

A soft smile curved her lips. "Lesley."

He scanned her mana. His eyes narrowed slightly.

’Late-stage Expert... the same level as Young Lady Alvida.’

’This girl isn’t ordinary. She must be from one of the Great Families... or perhaps a Council member.’

Still, he gave a curt nod. "Alright then, Lesley. Follow me. I’ll take you to the group of survivors."

Lesley gave a silent nod and began walking behind him.

A few minutes passed.

Then suddenly,

ROOOOOOAAARRRRRR

A monstrous roar echoed from the distance.

Robert froze, then bolted toward the sound.

’No! What happened? The Council Founder’s grandson is in that direction.’

Lesley remained where she stood, calmly watching him disappear.

"Tch," she muttered. "Of all times... something just had to happen when I am going in that direction"

Then her mana spiked.

Her senses locked onto a familiar mana signature—sharp, cold, and unmistakable.

She touched her neck, right where the blade had once pierced it.

A smile formed on her lips.

"Hehe... time to pay back the debt I owe."

Lesley began to follow Robert, her steps calm, yet her eyes sharp.

As they moved through the trees, the dense fog began to thin—and a horrifying scene came into view in the distance.

A massive creature loomed over the ruins.

A demonic wyvern.

Its towering body was cloaked in shadow. Jet-black scales covered its entire form, each one gleaming with a sickening luster under the crimson sun. The sunlight bathed the monster in a blood-red hue, making it look like a winged beast straight from the depths of the underworld.

Its wings, leathery and torn, stretched wide with jagged edges. Its tail swung like a scythe, slicing the air. Each breath it took released smoke laced with dark mana, corrupting the ground beneath it.

Lesley’s eyes narrowed.

’A Tier-5 Demonic beast, Wyvern!’

Lesley’s eyes swept over the group. The Scout who was drenched in blood, and the terrified students clustered behind him.

"Useless," she muttered in her mind.

Twenty-eight Adept Rankers. Two Experts.

None of them stood a chance.

Not against a Tier-5 Demonic Beast, a monster powerful enough to rival Savant Rankers.

’I’ll kill him,’ her gaze locked on the Scout, ’and escape using that power.’

Small arcs of lightning sparked along her arms. They crawled across her skin like angry serpents, building in intensity with each step she took.

***

’Why is this happening?’

Bob’s thoughts raced, his body frozen.

’All I wanted was for her to like me...’

His eyes drifted to Lily. She stood near the others, trembling, her hand clutching her robe tightly.

Then his gaze shifted.

To the wyvern.

The beast hadn’t moved—not yet.

But even in stillness, it was overwhelming. If it chose to attack...

’We’re dead.’

’All of us.’

Guilt twisted in his chest like a knife.

’This is my fault.’

’If I hadn’t begged my father to fund this... if I hadn’t convinced my friends to come... none of this would’ve happened.’

His heart pounded harder, drowning in a rising tide of shame and helplessness.

’I’ve got us all killed.’

A short distance from the panicked students, hidden behind a jagged rock, the Scout’s breath hitched.

’I—I need to get out of here.’

The wyvern hadn’t attacked yet. It just loomed—watching.

His eyes flicked toward the frightened students.

’Right... I can use them.’

He drew a spare dagger and hurled it toward the group. Mid-flight, a current of wind nudged it slightly off-course, just enough to make it seem like the students had thrown it.

The dagger struck the wyvern’s scale.

CLANG!

It bounced harmlessly off, not even leaving a scratch.

But it had done its job.

The wyvern’s massive head turned.

Its glowing eyes locked onto the students.

The Scout smirked.

’Perfect.’

He was ready to escape, when

"Where are you looking?"

A cold voice, right behind him.

He barely had time to register the sound before a dagger plunged into his neck.

Blood sputtered from his mouth as his knees buckled.

Lesley leaned close, whispering.

"How does it feel... to get stabbed in the neck by the same person you stabbed in neck?"

Another dagger slid into his gut, precise and deliberate.

"This is where you stuck the second one, right?"

She twisted it.

The Scout screamed.

His eyes widened, pure agony etched across his face.

Lesley tilted her head, eyes locked onto his.

"What? Crying already? Pathetic."

Her mind flashed with memories—Whisper, skin scorched, an arrow buried in his back.

"And how much pain do you think he went through?"

With a cold finality, she yanked both daggers out.

Then drove her foot into his chest, kicking him backward.

His broken body slammed into the ground, right beneath the wyvern’s towering shadow.

A split-second later, claws the size of tree trunks crushed him.

Blood sprayed.

Lesley stood still, eyes calm as the chaos unfolded.

Her gaze drifted toward the wyvern, now locked in battle with Robert. He fought desperately, but he was only a late-stage Specialist.

Lesley narrowed her eyes.

’Let them deal with it. I’m done here’

She turned away.