Black Hole Aura ..
a baleful kind of destructive power. In ages past it scarred even the Demon King’s body,
and bored straight through the flesh of Dragon God Midir .. the hardest of all creatures .. with ease.
As Nameless let it loose, a crushing pressure dropped, and Zibar hurled everything he had in response.
only for Nameless to draw a single, horizontal line with his sword.
The blade was wreathed in that ominous, lightless glow.
In that instant... it ended.
"Huh?"
Zibar couldn’t comprehend it.
Nameless had cut once.
Just once .. a slow, ordinary stroke.
Then why...
Why did the world flip upside down, as if hell’s gates had yawned open beneath him?
One cut became millions ..
no, billions of slashes from every direction,
ominous black arcs that carved through all things.
They cleaved air, void, particles ..
everything was cut, and within that storm
Zibar’s body was delivered to the merciless savagery of that technique.
A style that belonged to the very pinnacle of their world.
The aura pressure that burst forth in that instant was colossal, its echo rippling everywhere .. so much so that, for a brief moment, the whole world felt it.
In the Empire, people stopped mid-step, wondering about that strange sensation that came out of nowhere.
Across the Ultras continent .. within the higher Blood Domains; in imperial camps and mustering grounds; in the Nightmare Lands among their beasts—everyone froze for a heartbeat...
as if time itself had stalled.
All of it born from that overwhelming pressure saturating the air .. like a phenomenon, a miracle, from another world.
In those few, suspended seconds ..
seated upon his chair at the Empire’s helm, Aegon Valerion narrowed his eyes, attuned to that pressure. It was as if the entire world had reacted to the presence now upon it ..
the presence of Nameless, appearing for the first time in a very long while.
That savage strike of his went on for a long time before it finally dispersed, its aural shockwave washing out across the land.
The result was horrifying by any measure.
On the battlefield there now yawned a volcanic maw a meteor crater .. its rim clean, its span as large as the entire capital of Belgrad.
A crater gouged by a single, simple cut of Nameless’s sword.
And then, after a few heartbeats, the dust thinned.
Nameless stepped out through it in heavy strides, Dark Sister resting in his left hand,
while his right dragged Zibar’s body behind him.
The demon had lost most of his form and was in a ghastly, ruined state .. so much so he was scarcely recognizable.
With a hand sheathed in that black metal,
and a plain mask that made his identity,
and despite having lost the greater share of his power,
Nameless had felled his foe with a single blow.
He walked a little farther, then let Zibar’s carcass drop from his grasp.
Now that his opponent was down, Nameless’s thoughts drifted.
A sharp pain throbbed in his head, and he could barely remember anything. Then memories began to seep back slowly .. like flashes, little shards that pulled him toward the past.
Glimpses of a battle against a certain being...
Before that monster ..the one said to swallow everything .. Nameless clutched at his skull, bewildered by the flood of feelings he now carried, feelings he had never borne in his life.
They were the very emotions that had driven him to strike at Zibar without hesitation ..
Frey Starlight’s emotions.
Raising his hand slowly, Nameless looked down at his body with a heavy gaze.
"This is, without a doubt... a curse."
His voice was low as he turned to leave .. but a voice behind stopped him.
"Wait..."
It was Zibar.
He had staggered to his feet, barely restoring the annihilated half of his body. Even after pouring what little power he had left into it, he was still in a wretched, weakened state.
"I finally understand... huff... why you draw so much attention, Frey Starlight."
Zibar swayed as he spoke.
"You’re Nameless .. the entity that stood against the King and left his soul imprisoned in Helmond. Now I see why they want you so badly."
His tired words drew Nameless’s gaze.
"You’re still alive."
Sword in hand, Nameless took a step.
"I’ve lost my edge .. grown dull .. so dull I can’t kill the likes of you in a single blow..."
He advanced, slowly.
"But I won’t miss this time."
Those words should have spelled Zibar’s end.
He braced for it ..
but the death he awaited never came.
Instead ..
Nameless froze, his body shuddering violently.
It was a strange sight, and Zibar couldn’t make sense of it.
Nameless stumbled, then his free right hand seized the mask and tore it off, flinging it away.
"This isn’t the way."
He spoke in a familiar tone,
and Frey’s face surfaced again .. pale, with those strange gray eyes.
He forced a crooked smile as he fought himself.
"This isn’t how I want to win."
This time, it wasn’t Nameless.
It was Frey.
Zibar didn’t understand what he was seeing, but he knew an opening when it appeared.
Mustering the last of his strength, he leapt high, summoning his sword .. aiming to end Frey before any new "surprise" could occur.
Frey, having only just wrested his body back after losing it the moment he’d fallen to Zibar, glanced down at his arm and understood he had only one chance.
Dark Sister seemed to have fused with Balerion the Black Dread .. become a single power.
And layered atop that was the strange Black Hole Aura still clinging to him since Nameless had wielded it.
Drawing a deep breath as Zibar’s blade fell from above,
Frey gathered everything he had into one final strike.
"This is my last chance..."
Gathering every last drop of his strength, Frey willed his fate to change.
He wanted to defy everything .. and finally claim the victory he had always reached for.
So in that moment... all his power...
all his abilities...
all his suffering...
everything he had lived...
the story of Frey Starlight itself was poured into a single strike.
The fused force of Dark Sister + Balerion + Dark Ascension + the Black Hole Aura ..
all of it was forged into that blow.
"Frey Starlight Style..."
With the loudest shout he could muster, and the greatest power he could summon,
Frey Starlight unleashed the strongest attack of his entire life.
"Nameless Judgement!!!!"
Every ounce of that power, borne on the blades now as one,
became a final Nameless Judgement Frey hurled into the heavens.
Before him, his dark attack took shape as a vast arc ..
a colossal bow of night, like a black hole threatening to swallow all things.
That arc soared into the sky, devouring everything in its path.
In that instant, Zibar watched the onrushing catastrophe ..
and within a heartbeat it engulfed him completely, erasing his body from existence.
"Ah... I should’ve listened to Wesker... and brought my true body..."
Those were his last words before the darkness of Nameless Judgement wiped him out.
The strike was immense ..within it pulsed the power of Nameless himself.
So it did not stop with Zibar’s destruction; it kept climbing, a dark pillar ripping open the void.
Before the eyes of the world ..human and demon alike ..that black death rose toward the firmament.
And then, in a few short seconds, came a sight none would ever forget:
Nameless Judgement carved through a vast portion of the moon, changing its ancient, perfect face for the first time since time began.
Mouths and eyes alike fell open in shock and dread ..
at a phenomenon, a miracle, that would not come again.
The severed mass drifted away, and in that moment history was written,
the sky itself standing witness to what had happened.
Down below... trembling, breath ragged,
Frey dropped to one knee and plunged his sword into the ground.
His left hand ..the one fused with Balerion .was shattered completely by that strike.
But he had reached his aim.
He had won.
With the last fading thread of consciousness, just before he fell back into the dark,
Frey spoke the words he had always wanted the world to hear:
"My name is not Nameless... my name is..."
"Frey Starlight."