Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

The oppressive weight of the starlit sky pressed down on Aeliana as another wave of grotesque monsters emerged from the shadows, their guttural growls reverberating through the jagged terrain. Their twisted forms glistened faintly in the eerie light, their glowing purple eyes fixed hungrily on Luca and her.

Aeliana’s breath hitched as she glanced back over Luca’s shoulder. The terrain behind them was an impassable wall of jagged stone, its sharp edges and sheer incline making escape impossible. Trapped.

Her chest tightened as despair clawed its way into her heart.

‘This is because of me,’ she thought bitterly, her amber eyes filling with unspoken guilt. ‘If I weren’t here… he wouldn’t be in this mess.’

Her fingers clutched at Luca’s coat as her mind spiraled. ‘I’m dragging him down. He could’ve run. He could’ve escaped. But because of me…’

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sound she didn’t expect.

“Pffft…”

A soft chuckle.

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She blinked, her tear-filled eyes darting to Luca’s face.

“Ahahaha…”

He was laughing.

Her confusion deepened as his laughter grew, low and amused, cutting through the tension like a blade. It wasn’t forced or nervous. It was genuine.

“It’s really ironic, you know,” Luca said, his voice carrying an almost playful edge as he set her gently on her feet. His dark eyes gleamed with mischief as he drew his blade, the blackish light from before beginning to ripple faintly along its edge.

Aeliana stared at him, wide-eyed and speechless, as his smirk widened. “All these guys probably think they’ve caught us in a corner, trapped us here like helpless little prey.”

He tilted his head slightly, his grin taking a wilder turn, a glint of something unrestrained flashing in his gaze.

“But the truth?” Luca’s voice dropped, taking on a razor-sharp edge.

“You didn’t catch me.” He pointed his blade toward the oncoming monsters, the dark energy swirling ominously around it.

“I caught you.”

SWOOSH!

Before Aeliana could process his words, Luca launched himself forward, his blade cutting through the air with a speed and precision that made her heart skip a beat.

The first monster barely had time to react before Luca’s sword cleaved through it, the blackish energy slicing effortlessly through its grotesque body. A spray of ichor splattered against the ground as the creature let out a final screech before crumpling into a lifeless heap.

The remaining monsters hesitated for a fraction of a second, their glowing eyes narrowing as they recalibrated their movements. But Luca didn’t give them the chance.

“Too slow,” he muttered, his smirk widening as he dashed toward the next one.

Aeliana watched in stunned silence, her heart pounding as the battlefield unfolded before her. Luca’s movements were a blur of calculated strikes and fluid dodges, his blade an extension of himself as it cut through the monstrous horde with ruthless efficiency.

Despite the chaos, there was a strange, almost terrifying grace to his actions. Each movement was deliberate, each strike precise, as though he were dancing with the monsters rather than fighting them.

‘He’s… smiling,’ Aeliana realized, her chest tightening as she watched the wild grin on his face. ‘Why is he smiling?’

The despair that had gripped her moments ago began to waver, replaced by something warmer, something unfamiliar.

Luca’s voice rang out over the screeches of the monsters, light and mocking. “You really thought you’d won, huh?” he taunted, sidestepping a claw swipe before driving his blade into the creature’s chest. “Hate to break it to you, but you picked the wrong guy to corner.”

Another monster lunged at him, its jagged claws gleaming in the starlight. Luca ducked low, his blade flashing upward to sever its arm in one fluid motion.

Aeliana’s breath hitched as she watched him, her fingers trembling as they hovered near her chest.

Her gaze locked onto Luca, her amber eyes wide as she took in the chaos unfolding before her. The monsters came at him in droves, their grotesque forms lunging and snapping with razor-sharp teeth, claws, and the occasional jet of venomous spit. Some screeched, the sound grating and disorienting, while others tried to flank him from behind.

But none of it mattered.

Every monster that got close was met with the deadly precision of Luca’s blade. His movements were seamless, a perfect blend of grace and ferocity. His blade flashed through the air, trailing the blackish energy that seemed to hum with a life of its own, and every swing ended with a body crumpling to the ground, lifeless and still.

Aeliana’s chest tightened as she realized something.

‘He’s not just cutting down the ones attacking him,’ she thought, her breath catching. Her gaze darted toward the edges of the battlefield, where some of the monsters were circling toward her. ‘He’s protecting me.’

Every time one of the creatures veered in her direction, Luca was there, his blade already intercepting its path. Even as he fought the horde head-on, his attention never wavered from her, his strikes cutting down anything that came too close.

The sheer number of monsters targeting her wasn’t small.

‘Ah…’

Her hand hovered near her chest as a sudden, unexpected thought bloomed in her mind.

She wasn’t naive when it came to combat. As the daughter of Duke Thaddeus, one of the empire’s strongest and most revered families, she had grown up surrounded by warriors and strategists. She had watched countless duels, studied the intricacies of swordsmanship and battle formations, and even sparred in her healthier days.

But this…

Luca wasn’t fighting like any warrior she had ever seen. His movements weren’t about brute strength or overpowering his enemies with flashy displays of magic. Every step, every swing of his blade, was precise, deliberate. It was as if he knew exactly where each monster would be before they moved, as if he were weaving through the battle with a quiet confidence that defied reason.

‘It’s not just skill,’ she thought, her eyes following the fluid arc of his blade as it severed a monster’s head cleanly from its body. ‘It’s something more than that.’

Despite her attempts to remain detached, Aeliana felt an undeniable pull toward him. There was a steadiness in his movements, a resolve that radiated from him even amidst the chaos.

‘He fights like he’s already overcome death itself,’ she realized, her breath hitching at the thought.

The monsters didn’t slow, but neither did Luca. He ducked under a venomous spray, his blade slicing upward to strike the creature in the throat. As it collapsed, he spun, the black energy from his weapon lashing out like a whip and cleaving another monster in two.

Every movement was efficient, no wasted energy or unnecessary flourish.

Aeliana’s fists clenched at her sides as an unfamiliar ache spread through her chest. It wasn’t fear or despair this time, but something sharper.

‘What excuse do I have for giving up?’

The thought struck her like a blow.

She had resigned herself so easily—to her illness, her perceived helplessness, the idea that she was nothing more than a burden. And yet, here was Luca, fighting against overwhelming odds with a smirk on his face, as if the concept of failure didn’t exist in his world.

“Why…?” she whispered aloud, her voice trembling.

The word was swallowed by the sounds of battle, but her own heart heard it clearly. Why did he keep going? Why did he fight so relentlessly? Why did he refuse to give up, even when the odds were against him?

Her amber eyes burned with a mixture of emotions as she watched him.

He was reckless, infuriatingly arrogant, and far too confident for his own good. But in this moment, he was also unshakable.

A monster lunged at him from the side, its massive claws poised to strike, but Luca sidestepped gracefully, his blade flashing upward in a clean arc that left the creature in pieces.

He glanced back at her briefly, his dark eyes meeting hers for a split second.

“Still breathing, princess?” he called, his smirk widening despite the ichor dripping from his blade.

Aeliana’s breath hitched, her chest tightening as his words echoed in her mind.

‘He doesn’t doubt for a second that I’m safe. Even now.’

Her fingers trembled as they hovered near her chest, her heart pounding as she wrestled with the unfamiliar warmth spreading through her.

“Idiot,” she muttered under her breath, but her voice lacked venom.

For the first time in years, something within her stirred—something she couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore. Watching Luca, she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as powerless as she had convinced herself to be.

Because if someone like him could fight as if nothing was impossible…

‘Then why can’t I?’