Over time, the vessels became more and more like intelligent lifeforms. From emotionless statues with no trace of life, they evolved into fully developed beings, capable of speech and self-expression.
He saw them all as experiments.
But what about them?
The being who saved them.
The one who achieved the impossible and gave them a second life.
A presence of such profound wisdom, they had never witnessed anything like it before.
Some were grateful.
Others were awestruck by his strange power. Some revered his boundless intellect.
One way or another, all of them developed complex emotions toward this emotionless entity.
But he didn't stop.
He traveled from planet to planet, from civilization to civilization.
He absorbed everything he could from each land he set foot on, only to leave once he had learned all there was to learn.
As centuries passed, the story repeated itself countless times.
"They say he was unbelievably powerful."
By mastering every martial art he came across, his strength grew to the point where defeating anyone became trivial. He surpassed the limits of laws that governed the world.
"They say he was a mystery."
Clad in a strange black armor and an even stranger mask, no one ever saw his face. He never spoke to anyone. Never got close to anyone.
He simply arrived, stripped the land of all its knowledge… then moved on.
"They say he had no name."
He left behind no name. No face. No trace.
So they called him… Nameless.
Over time, Nameless began setting foot on worlds ravaged by demons.
Dead lands—perfect testing grounds for his twisted craft.
He resurrected the fallen, granting them another chance at life, then left in quiet satisfaction.
He didn't care for them.
But before he realized it, his name began to carry weight.
At the start of his journey, when he looked back, he would find two or three of the vessels following him.
They were fascinated by him ... and so long as they didn't get in his way, Nameless didn't stop them.
So immersed in his obsession, driven by immortality and emotional emptiness, he didn't notice how much time had passed.
Until one day, he turned around .. and there were no longer just two or three behind him.
There were countless.
Vessels stretched to the horizon, following in awe.
Every land he had ever walked now knew his name. They praised him. Worshipped him.
They hailed him as their king.
Nameless was no longer just a title.
It became a symbol—a presence.
One that encompassed millions who would eventually form an entire sect in his name.
It took thousands of years.
But Nameless had finally reached the end of his journey. He had visited every civilization. Learned all there was to learn.
He mastered every known martial art—so much so that he developed a technique immune to them all.
A style that made him move like a shadow across the battlefield, graceful and untouchable.
His strength. His speed. Everything about him had reached unfathomable heights.
At the end of that journey, he realized he had truly fulfilled his potential.
He declared himself the only being who had reached the pinnacle of existence.
There was nothing left to learn. Nothing left to gain.
At that point, his power became incomprehensible.
And at the same time… the sect that bore his name had grown so large, it spanned across every planet, every civilization.
A being of that magnitude, leading millions .. there was only one inevitable outcome.
The demons.
It was bound to happen.
The demons, led by Agaroth .. an undefeated entity who had dragged the world into the depths of despair.
The world had reached a dead end. The First Lightbearer, the Pure Vessel, had fallen ... split in half by Agaroth. Even the mighty God of the Pantheon, Midir, suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Demon King.
One after another, the world's greatest titans were brought to their knees when faced with Agaroth.
The demonic momentum was relentless. Every race suffered devastating losses against this dark force.
Eventually, the Nameless Sect and the demons clashed ... an inevitable confrontation.
And when the war began, Agaroth, the one who had annihilated everything in his path, showed no sign of slowing down.
But the entire world held its breath the moment the sky trembled and the earth shook .. the moment the Nameless entered the battlefield.
Everyone was stunned by what they witnessed. Agaroth had been stopped completely by a warrior no one knew anything about.
Not only did he stop him, he fought him as an equal.
Their clash was nothing short of a natural disaster, bringing destruction and death on an unimaginable scale. The earth wept, the skies burned, and hope was reignited.
Agaroth, elated to find the opponent he'd long desired—a faceless, nameless warrior—finally had someone who could meet him blow for blow.
The emergence of a being who could stand against Agaroth was unprecedented. It became a beacon of hope in an otherwise hopeless world.
During that extraordinary era, races from all corners of existence rallied behind the Nameless Sect, placing their faith in the one who had achieved the impossible.
All the ancient powers of the world bowed their heads to him ... the Nameless who shattered what they once believed to be invincible.
And so began the Great War, a conflict that would one day become the stuff of legend.
The demons, numbering in the billions, stood united as a race. Opposing them were the Nameless Sect and every other race that had allied with them.
It was war on a scale never seen before.
Millions died each day.
Blood flowed until it formed seas. The land was ravaged without pause, and death became as natural as breathing.
The war reached the heavens, engulfed the stars and skies alike. In its heart, the Nameless and Agaroth clashed countless times.
Their battles defied comprehension. Neither side could finish the other, always interrupted, unable to break the deadlock between them.
Agaroth, thrilled to finally find a rival worthy of his power.
And the Nameless ... who had surpassed all other beings ... kept up with Agaroth's terrifying growth.
The Demon King evolved with each fight, true to his title: the Devourer of All.
But the Nameless adapted to that growth, matching him stride for stride until the very end.
The war eventually reached a standstill. Billions had died on both sides.
At that rate, the victor would only rule over ashes.
Both Agaroth and the Nameless understood this as the casualty toll climbed into unthinkable numbers.
And so, at the end of the war, a decision was made:
A single battle.
One final duel between the strongest warrior of each side would determine the fate of the world.
If Agaroth won, nothing would stop him from ruling all.
If the Nameless triumphed, the demon race would fall.
One last battle ... to decide everything.
On the eve of the duel, the Nameless met with his greatest creation: his perfect vessel, the one with blue eyes—the Engineer.
Using his incredible abilities, he offered something beyond imagination.
That night, for the first and only time in his life, the Engineer cried ... watching his king walk into the battle of destiny against Agaroth.
Agaroth, brimming with anticipation, received exactly what he had longed for.
At long last, after countless skirmishes, the two clashed in a final battle to the death—one the world would never witness again.
A duel that made even the strongest hold their breath.
And at the end of that battle, which warped time itself…
In a pool of blood, the result was finally clear.
Both were godlike. Their power was beyond comprehension.
But in this world, there is a law:
Under the sky, and above it…
There is no one stronger than Agaroth.
The law was proven true when he sat in the blood-soaked battlefield, holding the body of the Nameless in his arms.
Agaroth, grievously wounded, lifted his head toward the sky ... his eyes fixed on that final thing above the Nameless's body… the last move his opponent had made.
Chains—ethereal, ancient—wrapped around Agaroth's soul, binding it tight.
His face was expressionless.
In his arms lay the man.
The only one who had ever reached his level.
The only one who had ever fought him as an equal.
Agaroth realized then—he was gone.
With his soul shackled, Agaroth slowly closed his eyes.
"…Goodbye, my only friend."
And so, the Nameless finally died ... leaving behind an indelible mark on a world that would never be the same again. Not ever.