Nameless King

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Hundreds of people watched as Wain’s fist came down on Reaper, one by one. Blood flowed from her mouth with each blow as her gaze grew meaner, but despite the terrible pain, she wasn’t about to give up.

“Shit… I even felt sorry for her… Nameless really is ruthless…” Someone muttered with a dazed look.

“Hey! Nameless! It’s time to end this already!” A man from the front stands exclaimed in a disgruntled manner, “Everyone already knows how this fight will end! Take her mask off! Show us her face!”

At that moment, Wain stopped for the first time as he turned toward the man. His cold eyes literally pierced the man, making him shudder in fear.

“Shut up your filthy mouth. If you don’t like something, get out into the arena.” Wain uttered in a thunderous voice, “Afraid? That’s good, sit there and watch or you’ll be next.”

Wain’s words sent a wave through the Colosseum that made many people think about what was happening.

‘Hmm… So they know each other, right?’ Vincenz wondered while rubbing his chin in a thoughtful manner, ‘He doesn’t touch her mask or inflict mortal wounds, though his actions seem ruthless, none of them can lead to death. Furthermore, it seems Reaper still doesn’t recognize Nameless because of the mask… Damn, this whole thing is kind of weird.’

Bam.

Wain hit again.

“Come on, have you really given up? You said there’s only one person stronger than you that you admit to, but it looks like he’s just as weak as you are. It’s just pathetic.” Wain uttered in a mocking manner before dropping his fist.

‘What did he say…?’ Reaper muttered inwardly while looking at Wain’s approaching fist, ‘Nameless… You may be strong, but there’s no way you can beat him!

Crackle.

Reaper released her hand as she stopped Wain’s blow, then out of her hand came a powerful stream of darkness that turned into thousands of fine needles flying toward Wain.

‘Nice.’ Wain smirked, covered himself with his coat, and jumped back.

‘Nameless! I didn’t want to do this, but you left me no other choice! I swear I’ll rip your filthy tongue out!” Reaper exclaimed as her aura intensified tenfold.

Her wounds instantly healed, for real, while the darkness on her arms as though the flames burned brightly.

“Wait… What’s going on?” The spectator exclaimed, “She’s activating her Beyond or the Form…? This has never happened before!”

“No. You’re wrong.” The man shook his head, “The darkness and energy don’t change her appearance, they just become more, much more… so, it seems Reaper has been fighting with a purposely diminished power the whole time.”

Crackle.

A stream of energy burst out of Reaper that showed everyone her Stage.

“Oh, so you have two Torches lit too? Great! That’s what we need!” Wain exclaimed with excited looks as he spread his arms out to his sides.

“Second Torch? Huh, unfortunately, it won’t be enough to beat you!” Reaper smirked as she let out a stream of darkness.

‘What?! Has she already lit her Third Torch? How is that possible?! Wain inwardly exclaimed while in disbelief as he covered himself with his coat against the stream of darkness.

Wain was not the only one who was shocked. None of the spectators had expected such a turn of events as, among the thousands of fighters in the Fourth Chronicle, there were only a few hundred that were able to light their Third Torch, which meant that they came close to becoming Fifth Chronicle creatures.

“Nameless, maybe you could win, but you definitely shouldn’t have said those things.” Reaper uttered in a menacing manner as she waved her hand.

Beside her appeared two massive beasts of darkness with massive, eerie jaws and violet eyes that burned as if they were ghostly lanterns. ．

“Go! Devour him!” Reaper gave the order in a commanding voice.

The beasts pounced on Wain as though sharks were on a fresh piece of meat. The beasts quickly reached for Wain as their razor-sharp claws rained down on him.

Wain’s pupils narrowed as he lifted his coat above him, at the same moment, the claws reached it.

Roooooooaaaarrrr!

The beasts roared, trying to tear Wain’s coat apart, but they couldn’t leave even a scratch on it.

‘Wain… You know this girl, don’t you?’ Gladius asked in a confused voice.

‘Yeah… She’s an old friend of mine. I haven’t seen her in a while, I didn’t expect our meeting to happen under these circumstances, but since we’re both humans, we’re better off hiding our identities in places like the Colosseum.’ Wain internally uttered as he gritted his teeth because the pressure from the monsters was serious even for him.

‘Hmm? Is she a human too? It’s strange… her aura is unusual…’ Gladius muttered in an unsure manner.

‘What? What the hell are you talking about?

‘I could be wrong, but I’d call her only half a human since she’s definitely a monster as well, her hands proving it.’ Gladius said in a serious voice.

‘In that case, it’s understandable why she was able to light Third Torch faster than you. Not only did she consume souls like a human, but she also devoured energy from other creatures’ bodies like a monster. It’s incredible… but how is it possible…? I’ve never heard of such a thing.’

Then, Wain remembered the lab and the girls who became real mutants because of the experiments, but in Last Light, there was a place for them.

Crackle.

The beasts attacked with their jaws as their sharp fangs finally tore Wain’s coat in two places.

Wain jumped back as the jaws of the beasts closed in front of his face.

“You bastards! What the hell are you doing?” Wain exclaimed with an angry look as he stepped forward.

The ground beneath him cracked while his palms collapsed on the beasts’ heads. The incredible pressure stamped the beasts into the ground as Wain’s hands as if deadly spears had plunged into their heads.

“Not bad, but it’s only a start.” Reaper smirked.