Nameless King

"Damn... This is unbelievable. I can\'t even believe you did all this..." Wain uttered with a dazed look while staring at the massive seal.

"Well, we did it together. I\'m done now, the overall structure is complete." Abyss Artist said in a calm voice as he pointed to the center of the seal that was blank, "All that\'s left is to create the catalyst, one last detail is needed."

Step. Step. Step.

Wain headed forward as Abyss Artist guided him. He was puzzled but did as he was told. Wain didn\'t want any accidental action on his part to ruin this whole structure.

"Great. Now reach forward, then everything will begin." Abyss Artist uttered in a serious manner.

"You\'re still not going to tell me what\'s going to happen?" Wain asked as he tilted his head with a slight smile on his face.

"Hah, no. Don\'t you know that seeing is a hundred times better than hearing is a hundred times better than seeing, so I\'m giving you a chance to feel the full range of emotions." Abyss Artist muttered with a sly expression, "Go ahead, do it."

Wain glanced at the seal, nodded slightly, and extended his hand. His fingertips touched the empty space in the seal as there appeared the silhouette of a palm on which Wain placed his.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The seal shuddered as ripples rippled through the air, which quickly turned into tremendous shock waves, causing the water in the river to burst its banks, while dry trees and massive boulders flew apart.

The edges of the seal gradually began to thicken as it turned into a massive one within which there was only darkness. It looked rather strange, as though.

\'As though this is a painting that was painted by an artist using only black paint and nothing else...\' Wain inwardly muttered while hundreds of theories about what the Abyss Artist had just done appeared in his head.

\'Wain, once, at the request of a good friend of mine, I created a painting that was so majestic it could be part of the world, so... now it\'s time to finally get rid of them as a relic of the past and a symbol of a new era.\' Abyss Artist said with an excited look as he snapped his finger.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The painting trembled as the darkness within began to thicken. At the same time, the exact same pictures began to appear all over the world. They were all in the open space where the strongest beings that had been in the Fifth Chronicle for several hundred years were already waiting for them to appear and had almost reached the peak of their power.

"Ahahahahahaha, it\'s finally happening!" Krakos exclaimed as a picture appeared before him, "My Lord! I will see you soon! I can\'t believe it!"

The same reaction came from several others who had already taken their place. Among them were both monsters and representatives of the Pillars, only Arkans were unhappy that the paintings had appeared.

"Fuck! We used so much power, but we could only take control of the three closest sites!" The man with the unusual seven-pointed star on his chest exclaimed as he clenched his fist, destroying the golden wine glass in his hand, "Moreover, we failed to protect the most important point! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Calm down." The woman sitting across from him said in a calm voice with her arms crossed over her chest, "As far as I know Sven Hellem showed up in that place, and not only him, Marlis and Osvald were also with him, so that squad didn\'t stand a chance."

"Sven... Damn, I always wanted to be like him... Who would have thought that he was the reason we had so many problems, some of which still follow us." The man muttered with an angry look as he clenched his bloody fist.

"As far as I know, all of this happened with Sven\'s participation. I don\'t know how, but he found the heir of the Nameless King and most likely played no small part in making it happen." The woman said with a serious look as her eyes grew cold as ice.

"Heir of the Nameless King...? Damn, so he really does exist, doesn\'t he?" The man muttered while in disbelief as his eyes went wide, "Nameless King... Even though he died hundreds of years ago, he still gives us trouble. How did the heir even come to be...? I mean... how is it possible...?"

"We don\'t know. Probably no one knows, not even the heir himself. However, if we find out who it is and capture it, we\'ll have our questions answered." The woman said in a slow voice.

...

Sven, Osvald, and Marlis looked at the picture of darkness that was the largest of all as if it hid some special place.

"Well, well, that\'s what it looks like." Sven said as a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Hmm...? Wasn\'t there only one human capable of creating these pictures...?" Marlis muttered with a confused look, "Moreover, this a human died long ago..."

"Exactly, however, this is actually happening." Sven uttered with an excited look as he spread his arms out to his sides.

...

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

The space beside the paintings cracked as it became progressively less stable. The picture in Death Shore had already begun to unfold, very slowly, but Wain could not take his eyes off it.

Behind the darkness was a shroud of white energy as if on a rare exhibit in an auction that had had to be pulled off to see what was under it.

"Go ahead, touch it, then the final part of this world will unfold." Abyss Artist said in a calm voice.

Wain nodded as he put his palm to the painting.

At the same time, the white veil disappeared as a powerful stream of energy fell upon Wain. It was like a flow of wind, strong but not hostile. It was dense and majestic energy.

"Welcome to the Land of the Gods."