I AM EXTRA IN A SHONEN MANGA

A hush fell between the chaos. Just for a moment. Just long enough.

As Khael's words echoed, they reached places words alone shouldn't—cutting through the

storm, past shadow, past fear.

His blade spun as the Galebind Spiral howled into life—a twisting dance of wind and will. The dragon resonance pulsed visibly now, spiraling from his arm down to the sword like liquid air crackling with blue lightning.

Then—

BOOM.

He surged forward—wind blade first.

The dark tendrils snapped toward him again—like whips of hungry ink—but the Galebind Spiral repelled them with each slice, each pulse of resonance creating a shockwave that distorted the air around him.

Khael didn't stop.

He wouldn't stop.

Not while Lin stood there, barely holding herself upright, the Voidflare's pull clutching at her soul.

"Lin!" he roared, voice breaking.

Another step.

Another.

His foot sank into cracked earth. Tendrils wrapped around his leg.

Khael didn't flinch—he twisted his blade in a tight arc, and the wind ripped the tendrils off with a shriek of vacuum and tearing Void.

Behind him—

Eliryn's scythe bloomed.

The flower above the grip opened.

A soft light, not warm, not cold but real emerged like a heartbeat through fog. The scythe's silver veins blazed with Shinrei as she lunged into the field, spinning with the elegance of death herself.

Each movement she made wasn't just an attack, it was a seal carving sigils into the air as she severed the creeping darkness.

"Eliryn—on your left!" Raiquen shouted.

She moved without needing to look. The scythe arced back, slicing through a tendril that had reared up behind her.

Kirell, Braggen, Sil, Therys they surged forward too.

Bruised. Bleeding. Burning with purpose.

Khael gritted his teeth as the darkness thickened around them.

"Tsk… too many of them."

Tendrils split the ground like serpents, hundreds now—hissing, writhing, slamming down in jagged arcs. The Voidflare was no longer a tear—it was a mouth, and Lin was at the center of its hunger.

But Khael didn't hesitate.

He slashed again Galebind Spiral roaring from his blade in a perfect crescent that blew the front line of shadows into smoke. The storm of wind wrapped around him like a second skin, his feet skidding through the debris as he carved a path forward.

Then—

A new wave surged.

Dozens of shadow figures humanoid, cloaked in ink and agony rushed him like an army of nightmares. Their shapes flickered between boys and beasts, like fractured memories of the very rebels Ko and Li had just fought.

"Back again, huh?" Khael muttered. "Let's see if you can taste this."

He charged straight in.

One step, two then he spun low, slicing through knees and ribs. The wind didn't just follow it obeyed, reacting to his rage, his fear, his need.

A phantom lunged at his back.

CLANG!

Ceyla dropped from above her twin storm rings spinning like halos around her wrists. She smashed into the shadow with a cyclone burst, sending the creature crashing into a tree that split in two.

"I got your back!" she yelled, lightning crackling through her limbs.

Another shadow pounced and Eliryn intercepted it in a sweep, her scythe drawing a glowing symbol mid-air. The moment it touched the creature it froze, locked in a transparent seal before vanishing into light.

"That's three!" Eliryn called out.

"Try five!" Kirell shouted as she blazed by, water blades slicing like mirrored petals, her face a scowl of fury. "This is cheating! They're not even real—just puppets!"

"Real enough to kill us!" Raiquen barked, vines bursting from his arms, wrapping two shadows in thorned coils. He clenched a fist and the vines constricted, popping the shadows into black mist.

Braggen roared beside him, shoulder-tackling three in a row, each hit like a tree falling.

Sil moved like fog, his glyphs hung mid-air like floating sigils. One creature passed through a symbol and shattered like glass.

Therys strolled behind them all, expression soft, eyes empty. Everything he touched withered. One shadow tried to swing at him, its hand turned to bone mid-strike. Another reached for him, its heart rotted before contact.

And yet… the Voidflare kept growing.

The ground cracked again.

Lin was now kneeling, both hands pressed against her ears, shaking violently as the pull of the rift clawed into her soul.

Khael saw it. His heart seized.

But when he took a step forward a tendril the size of a tree trunk slammed down in front of him, splitting the earth and sending him flying.

He crashed hard, wind knocked out of his lungs.

"KHAEL!" Ceyla screamed but she was already mid-air, fighting off a mass of shadow-beasts trying to reach Lin.

The system flared again in his mind.

[Dragon Knight System Alert]

Resonance Overload Approaching.

Khael's body shook.

His fingers clawed into the earth as he forced himself up again.

"Not yet," he muttered. "Not unless I have to…"

Then a shadow raised its sword behind him.

CRACK!

Juno, just 13, hurled a stone that pierced the shadow's head with force unnatural for his age. "Don't die, idiot!"

Khael chuckled through bloodied lips. "Not planning to."

Then—

A howl.

The Voidflare's mouth opened wider.

A monstrous hand black, jagged, ancient began to rise from within.

Raiquen turned, eyes widening. "That's not part of the ritual!"

"What the hell is that?!" Kirell yelled, water blades freezing in her grip.

Eliryn's face turned pale. "Something's trying to come through."

Juno screamed: "WE HAVE TO STOP IT!!"

Khael stood tall again, staring at the rift.

"No," he whispered.

He raised his blade.

"I'LL STOP IT."

Then he charged his wind screaming louder than ever, storm answering fury.

This wasn't about fate anymore.

This wasn't about prophecy.

This was about Lin.

And he would cut through the Void itself if he had to.

Ko and Li moved as one.

Like a blade and its echo.

Ko disarmed one with a twist, grabbed his cloak, and slammed him into another. Li landed a flying kick that cracked a knee joint forcing another to collapse with a cry.

In seconds, only two were left standing. Shaken. Stumbling back.

But—

A pulse.

A shriek.

The Voidborn emerged behind them.

Six of them tall, sleek, stitched from screams and broken oaths. Crawling on jagged limbs with white eyes and no mouths. Their presence warped the field like an infection.

"Protect the elders!" Li shouted.

Ko darted between them and the Voidborn.

The ground split as he drove his fist into the dirt summoning stone pillars that burst up like fangs. They struck two Voidborn mid-lunge, impaling them.

But the others hissed one leaping over and latching onto Ko's arm with a hungry grip.

Ko snarled. "Get off—!"

Li rushed forward, slicing the creature's head in a clean arc. Its body turned to dark vapor, but its scream echoed inside their skulls.

Behind them, Elder Lao, Elder Mia, and Elder Loe stood within a glowing ward.

They didn't move.

They couldn't.

Elder Mia whispered, voice shaking, "Their bodies are too unstable… If we interfere directly, the Voidflare may destabilize entirely."

"We're too old for this battlefield now…" Elder Loe added bitterly, watching Ko with clenched fists. "They carry what we couldn't."

Elder Lao just knelt eyes hollow. "We started this… now we can only witness it end."

To be continue