Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 51 - 50: Fen

The scene before me was unsettling.

Bodies of goblins and hostages lay sprawled across the forest floor, lifeless and cold.

The air was thick with the pungent scent of blood, and an eerie silence had settled over the area, broken only by the occasional rustle of the wind through the trees.

My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the carnage, my fingers twitching with the urge to grab Doom from my inventory.

Something, no, someone, had done this.

And then I saw him.

A figure stood amidst the corpses, untouched and pristine, as if death itself had no claim on him.

His silver hair flowed down his back in shimmering waves, catching the dim forest light like strands of moonlight.

His silver eyes, cold and emotionless, locked onto me with a quiet intensity that sent a chill down my spine.

The loose silver tunic he wore barely moved in the breeze, as though even nature hesitated to touch him.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, every instinct in my body screaming at me to run, but I forced myself to stay put.

My fingers twitched at my sides, itching to summon Doom from my spatial inventory, but I knew better than to make a move without knowing what I was dealing with.

I took a cautious step forward, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

"Who are you?" I asked, my eyes locked onto his. "Why did you kill them?"

The figure expression turned to one of mild amusement, as if my question was beneath him.

When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth, refined, like a noble addressing a lowly commoner.

"You may address me as Fen," he said, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "Though that is not my true name. I would never bestow such knowledge upon an unworthy mortal."

He gestured lazily to the carnage surrounding us.

"As for why? Why not? I did it... for fun."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let it show.

My jaw clenched, and I took another step forward.

"If that’s truly your reason, then you’re sick in the head," I muttered, narrowing my eyes.

Fen let out a soft chuckle, as if my response only amused him further.

"Perhaps. But what does it matter? Mortal lives are so... fleeting. Snuffing them out is like blowing away dust in the wind."

My fingers curled into fists at my sides.

His words dripped with arrogance, each syllable grating against my patience.

I took another step closer, my gaze hardening.

Fen’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in it, only a cold, predatory amusement.

"Hmph," he exhaled, his eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place.

"I guess only one is right for a start"

Then, with a flick of his wrist, one small portals flared open behind him, each one swirling with an eerie silver glow.

My body tensed, my instincts screaming at me to move.

Before I could react, Fen’s voice cut through the still air like a blade.

"I can’t waste my breath talking to a mortal," he said with an air of finality.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Then don’t."

Ori materialized beside me in an instant, his large black form towering protectively at my side.

His blue eyes burned with silent fury, his fur bristling as he bared his fangs at Fen.

I could feel the raw power radiating from him.

Fen’s silver eyes flicked to Ori with mild interest.

"Ah," he mused, "You have such a disrespectful puppy, next time teach it better to respect his superiors... But quite sadly, that’s if you will have a next time."

Before I could reply, he raised his hand.

The small portal behind him flared to life, a spear of pure silver energy shot out from the portals, cutting through the air with terrifying speed.

My instincts screamed at me to move, but my body couldn’t keep up.

Ori lunged, knocking me aside in an instant, his massive black form crashing into me, knocking me out of harm’s way.

We hit the ground hard, rolling through the dirt as the spear pierced the space where I’d been standing just moments ago.

It struck the ground with enough force to send debris flying, leaving deep gouges in the earth.

I lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, staring at the destruction.

If Ori hadn’t been faster than me, I would have been dead.

Just like that.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, but I didn’t let it slow me down.

My eyes snapped to Fen, who was watching me with an almost bored expression.

"Impressive," he admitted, his tone carrying the faintest trace of amusement. His gaze flickered between me and Ori. "Your wolf has fine instincts... but tell me, Mortal, how long do you think you can keep dancing on the edge of death?"

Then, with an air of cold detachment, he spoke a phrase that sent chills down my spine.

I pushed myself to my feet, wiping the sweat from my brow.

My mind raced through my options, but every scenario ended the same, this guy was dangerous.

More dangerous than anything I’d faced.

Fen’s voice dropped to a whisper, but his words carried across the battlefield like a curse.

"It is almost... amusing, how fervently you cling to life," he said, his silver eyes gleaming with dark delight. "A fleeting spark, soon to be extinguished by my eternal darkness. Your mortality is but a whispered promise... one I will delight in keeping."

My jaw tightened.

Ori growled lowly, his stance tense and ready, and I steadied my breathing, forcing my mind to focus.

This wasn’t just some overpowered psychopath, Fen was something else entirely.

And right now, I was standing in the way of whatever sick game he was playing.

"You’re just full of yourself," I shot back, lifting my hand in a mock gesture of surrender before gripping the air tightly, preparing.

Fen’s expression didn’t change, but I could sense the amusement in his posture.

"And yet here you are, alive by mere chance."

He raised his hand again, and I braced myself as the portal behind him pulsed ominously, ready to strike once more.

"Damnit!"