The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325: Chapter 325 : Backup plan

Inside the control room of a grand facility, dozens of floating screens projected live feeds from all over the royal palace—hallways, courtyards, the outer walls, even Elaria’s room from earlier.

Draven and Zara stood at the center, surrounded by glowing panels of light.

Draven’s fingers flew across a translucent console, tracing runes and commands, while Zara watched multiple feeds at once, her silver-streaked blue hair faintly illuminated by the screens.

"Damn it," Draven hissed, eyes narrowing. "He found all the trackers I planted, and the spells you cast."

One by one, the markers that had been blinking over Elaria’s position on a minimap winked out.

"And he took Elaria," Draven added, jaw tightening. "This is a disaster. We have to think of something fast, before the Elven King finds out what happened."

Zara, however, didn’t respond immediately.

She kept rewinding and replaying the last few minutes of footage—Alyssa’s entrance, the explosion, Elaria collapsing, Marcus’ barrier, the teleportation.

"Did you tell Miss Alyssa to help Elaria?" Zara asked quietly, eyes still on the screen.

Draven blinked. "No. It wasn’t me."

The door to the control room burst open.

"It was me," a familiar voice said.

Zara and Draven turned.

Alex walked in, silver hair slightly disheveled, eyes sharp despite the exhaustion still lingering around him. He closed the door behind him and strode toward them, hands in his pockets.

Zara frowned. "Why?"

Alex let out a small sigh. "It was a backup plan," he said. "In case the primary one failed."

Draven raised an eyebrow. "Backup plan?"

Alex looked at him. "The guy runs the number one guild in the human empire. Of course he’s not stupid. I knew he’d expect obvious tracking. So I had Aunt Serena contact Alyssa, tell her to head to the palace, blow some of his people up... and during the chaos, plant these on his men."

He opened his hand.

Resting on his palm were several tiny metallic chips—so small they were almost invisible.

"Micro-trackers," he said.

Draven’s eyes widened. He reached out and picked one up carefully. "These are the same type I made and installed in Elaria’s room," he said. "Down to the last rune."

"Exactly," Alex said. "The same model. Only this time, Alyssa managed to stick them onto his men when she attacked. I knew he wouldn’t hurt her—he still has some lingering ties from the past. But it was still a risk I really didn’t want to take."

His gaze sharpened. "In the end, we had no choice. They were in a rush to escape. They didn’t have time to re-check everyone."

Zara and Draven exchanged a look.

Then both of them gave him a thumbs up.

"Good work," Draven said.

"Not bad," Zara added.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Alex said, waving a hand. "Now stop flattering me and get to work. Find their location."

He turned his eyes to the main screen. "It’s time to save the queen."

Draven smirked. "Only the queen, huh?"

Alex coughed lightly. "And, uh... of course, the princess who’s with her. That part comes free."

Draven sighed. "Right. Free."

He cracked his fingers and leaned over the console. "Give me five minutes. We’ll know where they are."

Alex nodded. "You’ve got three," he muttered.

Zara smiled faintly, then refocused on the map as new markers began to flicker into existence—tiny signals from the trackers Alyssa had planted.

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Meanwhile, at the northern borders of the Avaloria Empire...

Carnage ruled the battlefield.

Piles of corpses—human and lycan alike—were strewn across the torn, blood-soaked earth. Armor pieces, shattered weapons, and broken banners lay scattered among severed limbs and crushed skulls. The stench of iron and wet fur filled the air.

Walking between the bodies was a golden-haired boy.

His hair shone like sunlight even under the ash-gray sky, and in his hand he carried a golden-colored sword, its blade dripping with fresh blood.

Ethan Williams.

The Chosen One.

The remaining lycans—those who still stood—hesitated at the sight of him. Their beast-like yellow eyes, usually filled with rage, were now wide with fear. Some crouched, ready to pounce, but their legs trembled. Others took involuntary steps back, claws digging into the dirt.

Ethan’s golden aura burned brighter.

Light surged around him, wrapping his body like a mantle, his presence pushing down on every creature in front of him.

He raised his sword slowly.

In a low, steady voice, he spoke.

"Dawnbreaker Judgement, Sixth Form: Helios Descent."

His blade moved.

A massive arc of golden light exploded outward—a crescent-shaped strike that tore through the battlefield like a falling sun. The earth split, rocks vaporized, and everything in its path—trees, stone, flesh—was cut apart as if it were nothing more than paper.

The remaining lycans broke.

"It’s the Day Reaper!" one of them screamed. "Run! Run for your lives!"

They tried to flee.

Some shifted into their full beastly wolf forms, their bodies swelling with muscle and fur, claws digging into the ground as they sprinted with all their might.

It didn’t matter.

The wave of radiant destruction ripped through them effortlessly.

Bodies were cleaved cleanly in half. Limbs separated from torsos. Blood sprayed in wide arcs, then fell like crimson rain. Half the forest near the border was carved apart in the single swing, a massive crater gouged into the earth where the attack landed.

When the light finally faded, the battlefield was silent.

Only torn bodies and severed wolf heads remained, lying in pieces on the ground.

Ethan exhaled slowly.

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