Nameless King

Four men appeared at the entrance to the Colosseum. It was as crowded as ever, as many people rushed to occupy the spectator seats.

“Wow, where are they all running to? Is something important happening today?” Osvald uttered with confused looks while looking at the people passing him.

“Yeah… Looks like Wain will have to wait a bit, it’ll take a while for the arena to clear.” Sven muttered as he looked up.

Above the Colosseum hung two massive stone slabs on which two names burned brightly.

[Odvar Seim (Top-9) vs Zandar Aged (Top-3)

“Hmm? Is this a fight between two Top-10s?” Wain said in a calm voice.

“Great!” Marlis exclaimed as she jumped slightly, “They’ll be an appetizer before your fight! Come on, this should be interesting for sure!”

Whoooosh.

Marlis ran forward and grabbed Sven’s hand. He wasn’t expecting it, but he didn’t resist and just let Marlis drag himself away.

“Well, let’s see which one of them wins.” Wain muttered with a slight smile on his face.

…

Wain was in his mask as before, and so were Sven, Marlis, and Osvald. Though Marlis had changed their appearance they still looked like the humans, so for now it was too risky. Gisle had yet to reveal Last Light to the world.

They sat in the front bleachers and waited like everyone else for the fight to begin. The fighters had not yet entered the arena, but the Colosseum had already enlarged several times for everyone to watch.

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we are going to have one of the most significant fights in months! The last time you could see something like this was when Nameless and Reaper fought, however, although they are both great fighters, they are not in the Top 10, so this fight will be special!” The man with green hair and a brown hat on his head exclaimed.

‘Well, well, Vincenz will be the overseer of this fight, although from the looks of it he takes all the best fights.’ Wain inwardly muttered while looking at Vincenz that tried to raise the interest of the audience to the limit.

After a while, there was tremendous applause as the first fighter entered the arena. It was a tall man with long blond hair and massive white wings behind his back, Odvar Seim.

“Hahaha, I’m glad you all came to watch me go straight up to number three in the rankings!” Odvar exclaimed with an arrogant smile on his face as he spread his wings.

Everyone who was in the top ten had incredible popularity waiting for them, some wanted to get there just for that, as Nameless or Reaper, were just an exception. For them, Odvar was a role model, as he made it through hundreds of fights.

“Ah, even though Odvar is at the Top-9, the fact that he was the one who could get to that level adds to my confidence! I hope he wins!” The girl exclaimed in an excited manner.

“Yeah, I agree. He’s an Angel, for them wings are the most important indicator that determines their growth potential and two white wings are the most common variation, but Odvar was able to reach greater heights than Angels who have four golden wings, it’s incredible.” The man who sat next to her said in a confident voice.

Odvar loved the glory, he loved the way hundreds of people looked at him and he looked around trying to show himself to everyone as his gaze spotted someone very important to him, someone Odvar wanted to fight.

“Nameless….?” Odvar muttered while in disbelief as he stared at Wain.

The audience noticed his strange reaction, looked up and their eyes went wide. The whole Colosseum went silent for a while until Vincenz’s voice rang out.

“Huh, I kept wondering if you were going to show up tonight, were you interested in this fight too?” Vincenz asked with a slight smile on his face.

Wain shrugged and said, “Something like that. Now I’m just a simple spectator like everyone else here, but…I came here to fight, so I just have to wait my turn.”

“Yay!!!” Dozens of people simultaneously exclaimed with happy looks.

“Damn, now there will be a fight between two of the Top 10 and then someone will fight Nameless? This is unbelievable! Today is definitely the best day in the history of the Colosseum!” Someone exclaimed while holding tightly to the stone pillar.

“Huh, you’re more popular than I imagined.” Marlis muttered as she tilted her head, “I have a feeling they’re now expecting your fight more than a Top-10 fight.”

“Well, the second fighter should be out soon and then everyone will forget about me, at least I hope so.” Wain said with a slight nod of his head.

The audience discussed the appearance of Nameless as the three people sitting next to him also wore masks until a silhouette appeared in the second aisle.

The figure stepped out of the shadows as everyone saw the second fighter, it was the current Top-3.

Zandar had long gray hair, green eyes, and a cold stare. He wore dark armor that emitted energy waves in the form of dark threads while black flames burned on his arms.

“Hmm? Black flames? What race does he belong to? I don’t understand…” Wain muttered with a confused look.

“He’s an Undead.” Osvald said in a confident manner, “One of the most unusual that I have ever seen.”

“Ah? Undead? But… where are his bony growths in his shoulders and elbows? Maybe you’re wrong?” Wain asked as he raised an eyebrow. .

“No, he’s right.” Sven uttered, “Look at his hands more closely and you’ll see something interesting.”

Wain did as Sven said and his eyes went wide. Instead of bone outgrowths as sharp as blades, Zandar had bones a few millimeters long as Wain could barely see them, though he was closer to the arena than the others.

“I don’t know what happened to him, but perhaps he got rid of them himself.” Marlis said in a careless way, “I’ve heard that’s what some Undeads do that renounce the path of the assassin that most of their races take.”

“All in all, this is going to be interesting.” Sven said with a serious look.