"Burn... ignite... let the raging flames guide you."
Pain, rage, sorrow, and grief ...
emotions ignited within Nameless’ chest like a wildfire that had escaped from the deepest pits of hell. Even he, the great Nameless, could not suppress them any longer.
So he let everything out.
A roar tore from his lungs ... a savage war cry that echoed across the universe itself, a scream so violent it deafened all who could hear it. It was tragic, terrifying... a cry born from the very depths of a warrior who had endured too much.
Raising his hand high, his blade shattered and vanished entirely.
In its place, a violent eruption of violet flames and abyssal aura burst forth from within him, swallowing the space around Agaroth whole. A burning dark star... a blackened sun of overwhelming power, unlike anything ever witnessed before.
Agaroth stared, eyes wide—
—and then blood burst from them.
The King’s eye wept, unable to endure even the sight of that power... let alone withstand it.
’Neither the King’s Eye... nor the Eye of Fate... can erase this...’
With his face drenched in blood, Agaroth finally understood the magnitude of the catastrophe before him.
The sheer force made his body tremble—
his heart, silent for countless ages, beat once more.
Fear. Unease.
For the first time... death felt close.
Darkness surged like a flood from within the Demon King as he released his full power.
Nameless closed in, intent on unleashing everything upon him ...
and for the first time, the King had no choice but to respond.
Aura flooded outward, space itself trembled, and the tides of darkness clashed against the burning violet star.
But they did not last even a second.
Agaroth’s aura shattered instantly ...
he lost the first collision in less than a heartbeat.
The King gathered himself, attempting to unleash one of his greatest techniques—
the Purifier, the very attack that had once defeated Nameless.
But he stopped.
The moment he felt the overwhelming scale of that power filling the space around him...
something froze him in place.
"Even if I unleash the Purifier... it won’t withstand this."
The realization struck like lightning.
For the first time, Agaroth hesitated—unable to comprehend the nature of the power before him.
In mere seconds, he was pushed to the brink,
and none of his countless abilities were enough to save him from the approaching tide.
His mind raced faster than any being alive,
time itself distorting within his perception.
Though only a single second passed in reality,
an eternity unfolded within his thoughts.
He analyzed. Calculated. Searched.
And then—
He understood.
"This isn’t Nameless’ aura... this isn’t aura at all..."
He stared at it, unmoving.
He did not know when... or how...
but Nameless had touched a power that should not exist within this world.
A power that had always slept within Frey—
a force Frey himself could never draw upon, no matter how hard he tried.
And yet... somehow...
Frey had changed that.
He had given Nameless access to it.
Focusing his senses completely, Agaroth grasped the truth.
"It’s incomplete... a fusion of aura... and something else entirely."
Because it was his first time wielding it, Nameless could not fully manifest that power. What he released was a mixture ...
that unknown force, intertwined with all the aura he possessed.
Realizing everything, the corners of Agaroth’s lips curled into a bloody, terrifying smile as he pulled all his aura back into his body.
"To counter such a force... I have no choice but to answer with the same kind of power."
His body trembled. His fist clenched. His heart thundered louder than ever before.
"The very power that created me... and granted me existence!!"
The abyss within the King answered.
The devouring monster revealed its true nature, attempting to swallow everything before it in response to Nameless’ attack.
Agaroth roared as well ...
a blood-soaked war cry that matched Nameless’ own in weight and fury.
They lunged at one another.
Both unleashed everything—
both aimed to end the other.
The time for games had ended.
This was no longer a one-sided battle ...
it had become a true clash, equal in force.
A battle to the death.
Frey’s soul burned—
—and with it, an entire world.
A raging inferno that flooded Nameless with unimaginable power. Pain and suffering endured by both... for the sake of this final strike.
And The forces collided.
Nameless closed his eyes, releasing both his flame and Frey’s upon Agaroth, drowning everything in darkness.
A darkness that lasted only an instant ...
before everything turned white.
All fell into the void.
An endless emptiness. A bottomless abyss.
A blank, silent canvas.
Frey fell into it—burning, fading ...
and Nameless followed.
The masked warrior reached out.
He struggled. Reached again. Refused to let go—until at last, he caught him.
Gripping him tightly, afraid to lose him... afraid to let him slip away.
He tried to bring him back.
But he couldn’t.
So instead—
Nameless chose to fall with him.
Together...
into the deepest depths of existence.
...
...
...
— Frey Starlight’s POV —
The walls of life frighten me.
No matter how far I move forward, I always find another towering wall standing in my path ... blocking me, halting me. Sometimes I manage to climb over it with unbearable difficulty... but more often, I fail, left stranded before it, unable to move.
And whenever I do manage to overcome one, another—taller, harsher—awaits me beyond it.
There were times I wanted to close my eyes, to turn away... afraid of what lay ahead. Afraid to keep going.
Yet strangely enough...
I always opened them again.
Again and again, I chose to move forward—despite the fear, despite my helplessness.
It happened so many times it began to feel endless... like a cycle with no end.
But this time was different.
This time... it truly felt like the last.
When the Demon King stood before me ...
in all his overwhelming power and tyranny ...
I knew.
This was the end.
And I didn’t resist it.
I didn’t mind dying.
Because I was certain—what I left behind would remain.
The path had already been carved...
and no force in this vast universe could erase it.
So, at peace...
I closed my eyes.
And let myself drift away.
The burning was painful.
It felt like I was being consumed by flames worse than molten magma... suffocated by smoke heavier than any fog.
It hurt.
But within that pain... I found comfort.
Because it was the same pain Danzo and Clana endured .
I felt close to them.
And I accepted it... as my due.
In that acceptance, I found peace.
And brought a long Chapter of my journey to an end—
a journey where nothing was ever ordinary.
But then...
The burning faded.
The smoke vanished.
And a cold sensation washed over my body ... freeing me from a torment I had been ready to endure forever.
And once again...
I opened the eyes I had closed.
And the story... continued.
When I did ... Nameless was standing before me.
We faced each other in the darkness, our identical eyes reflecting one another like violet mirrors—
as if created to remind us of what we truly were.
I smiled at my masked companion...
tilting my head slightly.
"Shall we go?"
Nameless nodded.
And together, we walked ...
deeper into the darkness and the faint mist that filled it.
"How was it?" I asked, curiosity slipping into my voice.
"The power of my burning soul..."
Nameless answered, a trace of awe in his tone.
"It was... incredible. Greater than anything I’ve ever seen."
"And the Demon King... how did he look when he saw it?"
Nameless lowered his head slightly before replying.
"He looked afraid... uneasy... and excited... all at once."
"I see... so my soul really is that special."
He nodded.
And we continued walking.
The darkness grew heavier with each step—
thicker, more suffocating.
After a long silence...
I asked the question that had lingered in my mind above all else.
"Why... did you stop the burning?"
I turned slightly toward the masked warrior beside me.
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he lifted his gaze into the endless dark—
as if searching for something within it.
Then he spoke.
"I didn’t."
That answer startled me.
"What do you mean?"
My soul should have burned completely—
consumed down to the very last fragment of my being.
That was the plan.
Yet it had stopped.
And here I was... opening my eyes again.