Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!

The Shadow Leech let out a bone-rattling roar and hurled its massive body toward Sylvia, intent on crushing her under its weight. The ground shook as its bulk descended like a falling mountain.

But Sylvia did not back away. Instead, she dashed forward, straight into the monster's looming shadow.

Her rapier gleamed, bursting with golden light, the mana swirling around its blade like a miniature sun breaking through darkness.

"Dawnbreaker Strike!"

Her voice rang with sharp determination as she thrust her rapier upward. The blade pierced the very core of the beast's body.

In that instant, a shockwave of holy energy exploded from the strike, golden ripples surging outward like a rising dawn.

The Shadow Leech screeched in agony. Its grotesque form twisted violently, its countless tendrils lashing and writhing in chaos.

Wherever the golden light touched, its shadow-flesh sizzled and burned away, evaporating into mist. Its once terrifying mass began to unravel, shredded by Sylvia's relentless strike.

The beast was grievously wounded, but it refused to die quietly. With desperate fury, one of its tendrils whipped out, slamming across Sylvia's back.

Her uniform tore apart with a sharp rip, and blood streaked down her skin. She staggered but gritted her teeth, refusing to yield.

"This ends now!" she declared, her voice cutting through the roar of battle.

Gathering every ounce of her remaining mana, Sylvia leapt high into the air. Golden light erupted from her body, so bright it looked as though a fragment of the sun itself had descended into the forest. Her rapier shone like a pillar of dawn as she raised it overhead.

With a cry of defiance, she brought the blade down in a vertical slash.

The attack tore straight through the Shadow Leech, splitting its body from head to tail. A blinding wave of golden energy burst outward, scattering the dark mist that clung to the battlefield like a nightmare being torn apart by morning light.

The Shadow Leech convulsed, letting out a final, gurgling roar that echoed like a death knell. Its many eyes blinked rapidly, dimming one after another until only darkness remained.

Finally, its vast form collapsed with a wet thud, melting into a steaming pool of black ichor that hissed and boiled on the ground.

The air grew still again. The monstrous presence was gone.

Sylvia landed lightly, her breathing uneven. She wiped the blood from her arm and glanced at the wounded students.

"All of you, are you alright?" she called.

A weak groan from Edwin was her answer. The boy had pushed himself to his limit, and the rest of his team had fought bravely despite the hopeless odds.

"You all… survived longer than I expected," she said softly, almost to herself. "You earned the right to claim this as your battle as well."

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the tension bleed away, though her mind was far from calm.

First a pack of Savage Ironfangs… then a Dread-rank Shadow Leech…

This is no coincidence.

Sylvia lifted her hand, and golden mana streamed from her fingertips. The light wove itself into delicate, thread-like strands that shimmered in the air. One by one, the threads wrapped gently around the injured students, cradling them in glowing, weightless stretchers.

"You've done enough," she told them, her voice firm but carrying a trace of warmth. "Rest now. I'll take you back."

With a graceful motion, she began walking toward the transport terminal. The floating stretchers followed her, gliding silently through the mist as if carried by invisible hands.

Her expression shifted—softness replaced by a cold, focused gaze.

(I must report this immediately.)

(Someone… or something… is releasing high-tier beasts into the training forest.)

The fog thickened, curling around her like ghostly tendrils, until her figure began to fade from sight. The last thing visible was the faint golden shimmer of her magic trailing behind her.

Far behind, where the battle had taken place, the scorched remains of the Shadow Leech hissed and bubbled before sinking into the soil.

Slowly, the ground swallowed the black ichor, as if trying to erase any trace of the nightmare that had just unfolded.

South of the Forest:

The southern forest of the trial grounds was quieter than the northern or eastern parts. The trees stood tall and heavy with moss, their trunks warped by centuries of wind and rain.

A faint mist curled across the undergrowth, clinging to the ankles of Cecelia and her group as they moved through.

Cecelia walked at the front, her steps light and deliberate, but her senses sharpened. She wasn't just a healer here. She was the leader of this small team, and their safety depended on her.

Six of them followed her.

They had been searching for lesser beasts to cull for points, but instead they'd stumbled into a situation far beyond what any of them expected.

The deep growl came first, vibrating through the soil under their boots. Then came the sound of heavy paws crushing fallen branches.

From the mist, three hulking figures emerged—each one towering twice the height of a man.

Savage-rank forest bears, their fur dark as wet stone and streaked with moss and dried blood.

Their eyes glowed a faint, sickly green—signs of corrupted mana flowing in their veins.

One of them said "Three… all savage rank."

"Stay calm," Cecelia said, her voice cutting through their rising panic. Her tone was calm but not gentle—she had no time for hesitation.

"Lets form a triangle formation. I'll anchor in the center."

"But Cecelia," one of them said, his voice uneasy, "you're our healer—"

"Don't underestimate my rank," she interrupted. "Do what I say."

They obeyed instantly. Cecelia had earned her authority not only because of her healing prowess, but because she always made the smart calls.

The bears didn't wait. With a roar, the first lunged at them, claws flashing in the dim light. Moran raised his shield, bracing for impact.

The beast's strike crashed into the metal, sending a shockwave through the formation.

"Push!" Cecelia called, her palm already glowing. She thrust her hand forward, releasing a burst of condensed light mana.

Light Burst.

A spear of golden light shot from her palm and slammed into the beast's shoulder. The impact made it stagger, leaving an opening for Rea's spear to pierce its side.

The other two bears circled, moving with disturbing intelligence, one aiming for Linden and the other for Cecelia herself.