I AM EXTRA IN A SHONEN MANGA

The battlefield had become a grave.

Smoke choked the air, fires burned in the ruins of Heliana's once-sacred walls, and screams cut short echoed like broken bells.

Khael and Serin stood back, forced to watch, breathless at the horror unfolding before them.

The Temple Guardians, clad in radiant armor, their halberds etched with holy seals, had been the first to charge. Veymorr tore through them like parchment, their sacred wards shattering under a single sweep of his claws. Warriors of the great Orders, knights bound by oaths of sun and steel, followed ranks upon ranks. They were crushed beneath a storm of black voidfire, their formations ripped apart as easily as cobwebs in a gale.

The Echo Priests and Priestesses, their voices trembling with chants of divine hymn, raised their hands toward the heavens. Light cascaded down but before it touched, shadows devoured it, swallowing their prayers into silence. Their cries cut off as Veymorr's laughter boomed, cruel and endless.

"Yes! Sing louder! Call your gods! Let them hear how their little lambs are butchered!"

Kaen and Rael knelt in the rubble, blood dripping from their mouths, trying to rise again, their hands trembling against shattered stone.

And in the eye of this storm, Juno stood.

His body was a ruin, blood running down his face, but his Iron Nerve Gate still flared behind him. He screamed and hurled them, torrents of Taishin artillery slamming into Veymorr with enough force to level mountains.

Veymorr only grinned and waded through the storm, his steps tearing craters into the earth. Every gate shattered against his body, divine steel melting like wax upon his shadow-forged skin.

"You shine so brightly, little candle. Let me snuff you out."

Juno roared, swinging his fist, only for it to be caught mid-arc in Veymorr's palm. The fist got deflect. Then the Eclipse Lord hurled him like a ragdoll, and Juno's body smashed through the rubble of a temple wall.

"JUNO!!" Lira cried, rushing to his side. She threw her hands outward, vines of radiant bloom sprouting from the blood-soaked soil, surging like chains to bind Veymorr's limbs.

For a heartbeat, they held.

Then Veymorr flexed, and the vines tore like silk. He seized one, yanking Lira off her feet, and slammed her into the ground with such force the earth split beneath her.

"This monster!" Ceyla staggered to her knees, coughing blood, lightning storming violently around her. Her eyes blazed, and she raised her arms high, summoning a cyclone of thunder that raged like a divine execution.

Bolts rained down, splitting the sky, carving gouges into the battlefield yet Veymorr walked through the storm unfazed. His shadow aura rose and swallowed the thunder like it was nothing.

"A storm? You think thunder can scare the eclipse?"

Ceyla's scream cracked as blood spilled from her mouth, her storm dissipating into nothingness.

And through it all, Captain Kaedros still stood.

Barely. His armor hung in pieces, his bandages soaked crimson. His blade was dull, his stance swaying. But his eyes burned brighter than all.

He lunged, every step a defiance of death itself, and his blade carved into Veymorr's chest, deep enough to draw black ichor that hissed in the air.

The Eclipse Lord's laughter faltered. His grin bent into something sharper.

"Ah… so even dying dogs can bite."

Veymorr's hand blurred. A single backhand sent Kaedros flying, his body smashing through stone, blood arcing into the air. He collapsed to his knees, coughing violently, barely able to lift his sword again.

But he did.

"I… won't fall… not while Heliana still breathes."

All around, the battlefield was collapsing. The Guardians lay broken, the Orders decimated, the Priests silenced, and the heroes bloodied. Veymorr stood untouched, a god of shadow and wrath, gazing down on them all with amusement.

"This… this is your resistance? This is your hope? Then watch—watch as your Heliana burns, as your bodies break, as your dreams die beneath my eclipse."

For a moment, no one spoke. The Guardians lay scattered, the Orders shattered, the Priests silent in the dirt. Even the strongest heroes, Juno, Lira, Ceyla, Kaedros were broken and bloodied. It was hopeless.

And then—

Kaen forced himself upright. His legs trembled, his chest heaved, blood running freely down his brow. Yet his eyes still burned like fire.

"We won't back down…" he growled, voice shaking but unyielding. "No matter how strong you are… no matter how much you laugh… we're going to defeat you!!"

His shout cut through the despair like lightning.

One by one, the others raised their heads.

Rael spat blood and slammed his fist into the ground, dragging himself up beside Kaen.

"Heh… I'm not dying on my knees. Not to you."

Ceyla staggered to her feet, wiping crimson from her lips, thunder still sparking faintly at her fingertips.

"Monster… you'll choke on the storm you mocked."

Lira pulled Juno back to his feet, her vines trembling but alive. Her voice was soft but steady:

"Heliana still breathes. And as long as it does—we fight."

Even Captain Kaedros, broken and swaying, raised his blade, his body screaming in protest. His roar cracked the sky:

"All units—stand! As long as breath remains in you, stand!!"

And from the rubble, from the bloodied dirt, voices answered.

Guardians with shattered armor. Priests with trembling hands. Warriors coughing blood.

"For Heliana!!"

"For our home!!"

"For humanity!!"

Their cries rose together, ragged but unyielding.

Veymorr tilted his head back and laughed, the sound like a hurricane tearing through bone.

"Good… YES. Stand up. Struggle! Break yourselves against me again! Entertain me with your futile courage!"

But for the first time, there was no silence after his words.

Only the roar of warriors who refused to kneel.

As the battlefield roared not with Veymorr's laughter this time, but with the united cry of warriors refusing to bow. Steel rang. Thunder cracked. Sacred flames lit the ash-choked sky.

And then Veymorr moved.

His shadow eclipsed the battlefield in an instant. With a single sweep of his arm, the storm Ceyla had called split apart, scattering into nothing. His heel slammed down, splitting the ground like glass, sending Guardians and Orders tumbling into craters.

"Pathetic. Hope is a lie… and I am the truth."

A spiral of voidfire burst from his hand, black and crimson, ripping through their formation. Priests burned to ash mid-chant. Warriors clad in sacred armor shattered like brittle statues. Screams filled the night, drowning in the crack of collapsing stone.

Rael threw himself in front of Kaen as a blast tore across the battlefield. His body caught the brunt of it bones cracked, flesh seared but his fist still swung back against the tide, dragging both of them out of the inferno.

He collapsed, blood pouring from his mouth. With a broken grin he rasped,

"Are you… okay, loser?"

Kaen's eyes widened, voice ripping out of him in anguish.

"Rael!!!"

Veymorr descended like a star falling from heaven, his strike obliterating the earth where they stood. Kaen barely managed to drag Rael aside, the shockwave swallowing hundreds of soldiers behind them.

Ceyla's eyes widened at the devastation, the world was collapsing around them. Corpses littered the dirt. Smoke and blood painted the air red. Her voice broke, trembling with horror:

"This… this is madness… so many… so many are dead…"

Juno pushed himself upright, power flickering weakly in his hands. His chest heaved, every breath sharp with pain, his teeth gritted so hard they nearly cracked.

"He's… too strong… Damn it—I'm still too weak…"

Beside him, Lira fell to her knees, vines of radiant bloom wrapping around Rael's mangled chest, trying desperately to stitch life back into him. Tears blurred her vision as she pressed her palms harder against his wounds.

"Don't die on us, Rael! Please—don't you dare die here!!"

But Rael's breaths were shallow, his blood staining Lira's hands no matter how much light she poured into him.

Above them, Veymorr floated untouched. His laughter thundered across the ruins, louder than their cries, louder than their hope.

"This is what you chose. To stand. To resist. To break beneath me again and again. And you will break… until nothing of Heliana remains."

The warriors' roar had turned into screams. The ground itself seemed to bleed. And yet—even as despair swallowed the field whole—Kaen clenched his fists tighter. His body shook, his voice raw, but his fire hadn't gone out.

Suddenly—

"An Eclipse Lord, huh…"

The voice was calm. Almost amused.

Every head turned. Even the Voidborn froze.

Khael's breath caught, eyes knew his master was coming

"Master… you're here."

Through the haze of smoke and blood, he appeared. A man with golden hair that glowed faintly against the ruin, blue eyes calm as the sea. His black-and-silver robes swayed gently in the broken wind.

And in that instant everyone knew. Recognition struck like thunder.

"Isen… the Keiryuu…"

Whispers spread across warriors and Guardians alike, voices trembling as if uttering a forbidden name.

Master Isen, the Keiryuu. Supreme Commander of the Veinwalker Corps. The man who slew an ancient dragon and walked away smiling. The man said to wield every affinity, or perhaps none at all. A man revered as a living god.

And he was smiling now warm, almost silly as though he'd walked into nothing more than a street brawl.

But his presence was suffocating. A storm in human skin.

Veymorr staggered a half-step back, the first trace of unease cracking his voice. His smirk faltered. His eyes widened.

"You… you are… Isen… the Keiryuu…"

The Eclipse Lord of Wrath, the monster who had laughed at their defiance….was afraid.

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