Nameless King

'What...? Am I about to see the Nameless King die?! Wain inwardly exclaimed with his eyes wide open as he could not believe it. Whether he wanted to or not, he was the heir of the Nameless King, so to know how the strongest man in history died was a true treasure for him.

The Abyss Artist stepped forward, stared at Nameless King, and with a deadly serious look asked, "You do realize that I was counting on this to be the most desperate step? Your condition is bad, but we still have time to find a way to cure you. Are you sure that's what you want to do?"

His answer could have determined his life as Abyss Artist actually had little chance of finding a better solution since he was one of the smartest people in the entire world, however, Nameless King answered almost instantly, "Yeah, I'm ready. Start as soon as possible, as I'm feeling worse by the second. I'm not going to rot from the inside out. What's more, I'm not the only one running out of time..." The Nameless King's face became meaningful.

Abyss Artist flinched at Nameless King's cold voice, that rippled through his body, then he nodded, "Well, I don't agree with you, but I'll accept whatever you decide, including this."

Nameless King smiled slightly, nodded, and muttered, "Hah, you never change... Well, that's exactly what I like about you."

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Space trembled as a tremendous amount of energy burst forth from the Abyss Artist. Darkness emanated from his body in great torrents, filling everything around him. At the same moment, hundreds of magical circles appeared on the stone walls, protecting the place from total destruction due to too much pressure.

"I've done the math and we'll probably make it, however, I can't do it alone." The Abyss Artist said in a serious voice as he turned his head, his eyes fixed on something to the left of the Nameless King.

Wain didn't notice it at first since all his attention was focused on the Abyss Artist, but next to Nameless King was a long sword with a powerful aura and Wain knew exactly what it was.

'Gladius... right, he was the sword of the Nameless King, no wonder he is here. Damn, he really is the greatest weapon that belonged to the strongest human... I hope someday I can use its full potential.' Wain wondered as he got goosebumps.

Gladius, too, began to release his energy, and along with the Abyss Artist, their combined power seemed endless. Though Wain's attribute was darkness, even he was uncomfortable with the energy they were emitting.

"You need my help, don't you?" Gladius asked in a majestic voice.

"Exactly, if my theory is correct then we need two different types of energy, but they should be about the same power and be in the same domain." Abyss Artist explained as he put his palm to his chest.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Streams of darkness rushed toward him, turning into several streams and penetrating his body with great speed.

"I see... We all possess the attribute of darkness, so you and I are perfect candidates for your crazy plan, aren't we?" Gladius clarified.

"Yeah, you're quick thinking as always." Abyss Artist nodded with a slight smile.

"So... What do I need to do? Just gather energy in one spot just like you do?" Gladius asked as even before the answer he directed all the energy to himself.

"Right. However, I must warn you that this method has serious consequences for you and me." Abyss Artist said as he clenched his palm in a fist.

"What exactly are you talking about?" Gladius uttered in a calm voice as he had assumed from the beginning of their conversation.

The whole time Nameless King was silent, letting his mates do what they had to do. He knew it would be a serious blow to them, but he also knew that they would never back down if it could help him, so he had no right to stop them.

"After I activate the spells, there will be tremendous pressure on both of us. I'll lose most of my powers and energy for a very long time, but something else will happen to you. The Abyss Artist uttered with a complicated expression as he stared at Gladius, "After all, you are a weapon, so for you, the consequences will be different. You will retain your power, but you will no longer be whole."

"Hmm...?" Gladius muttered in a confusion.

"You will be shattered into many pieces, so until they all become one again you will not be able to regain your power as well as your memory." The Abyss Artist spoke as his words rang through Gladius' mind like thunder.

Gladius understood that the Abyss Artist was serious, but still, to hear such a thing was something unreal to him since he could not be broken.

"Shit, so the only one who can break me is me? Damn, that's what I call irony..." Gladius uttered in a daze.

"Yeah... That's right..." Abyss Artist sighed as he waved his hand.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Space trembled as a huge black magic circle appeared beneath them. It was very complicated because it consisted of many different runes and formations, even great magicians would be surprised by the unusual structure of the spell behind this magic circle.

"Well, it's time to start, isn't it?" Nameless King asked with a calm expression, but he wasn't looking at the Abyss Artist, he was looking away as if there was something important.

"Sure, you're right. If we can pull this off, we can do a real miracle, though our chances are pretty slim." Abyss Artist uttered before waving his hand.

One of the walls trembled, turned to ink, and disappeared revealing a secret room.

"What the fuck...?" Wain's eyes went wide as a shiver ran through his body when he saw what was inside.

There were six beds in the room. On beds were men with exhausted looks on their faces. Wain would not have been so surprised if those men had not been the other six forms.

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