Nameless King

Wain was puzzled. This had never happened before, for he was not even aware of the existence inside his Soul Altar, a mysterious dark castle.

'What is that...?' Wain thought to himself, trying to figure out whose voice it was.

...

"Hey, why does it have to be you! He was going to use my power!" Exclaimed a silhouette in a red nobleman's coat and a white mask covering his face.

"Shut up... don't bother me... dressed up clown..." Cursed Swordsman rudely replied.

"You! You look more like a homeless man than a swordsman! What the hell are you trying to do?!"

"Huh, isn't it obvious?" Said the figure with the dense blindfold over his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"When the crack in the platform got a little bigger, now maybe we have a chance to deliver our wishes, so better not get in his way." Said Blind Sorcerer.

"Yes, he's right. This situation is best for the swordsman. Look at his chains, and you'll see for yourself." Said the Code of Light and Darkness hanging in the air.

Black Sun Aristocrat frowned, but he was surprised when he looked at the swordsman's chains. Of the six chains, five were shaking violently as if ready to break at any moment. Around the Cursed Swordsman floated a large amount of energy like small ice particles.

The swordsman in the torn cloak stood up and headed toward the crack. He calmly said, "Sword."

...

"What? A sword?" Wain muttered.

The Wyvern was almost up and would soon be ready for battle. Wain had little time to make a decision. He couldn't afford to weigh the pros and cons and try to figure out what was going on.

"Sword..." Wain looked around, and when he saw the massive ice blocks in his mind, a silhouette of a combination of ice and a sword appeared.

He nodded and decided to trust himself and the strange voice, which could have been a simple illusion or something more.

"Damn, this is the worst shape to fight an ice wyvern, but it seems I have no choice." Wain uttered, and the temperature around him began to drop rapidly.

He drank a potion and ate a pill, increasing his resistance to the element of ice. The potion greatly increased his resistance to ice by 20% and increased the power of all attacks with this attribute by 30%.

Then a torn cloak appeared on him, a dark cloth bandage across his face up to his nose, and an ice sword in his right hand. His left arm was pinned tightly with six chains. Dark energy emanated from his hair, and his eyes were like eternal glaciers.

'Hmm? There's something wrong with the chains. Are they getting weaker?' Wain thought, feeling that his left arm was a little looser this time than before.

Rooooooooar!

The Wyvern roared furiously, showing that it was ready to fight. Wain could feel his heart beating faster, but he was not afraid. He smiled slightly and ran toward the Wyvern.

Wain's speed was enormous, he looked like a black flash that occasionally disappeared and reappeared elsewhere. However, the Wyvern saw everything clearly and decided to take action.

The beast opened its mouth wide. A large magical circle appeared in front of it, on which dozens of small crystal-like dots had formed. The Wyvern's eyes sparkled, and each of the crystals turned into a beam of ice and headed toward Wain.

Windgloves appeared on Wain's hands, and he dodged the rays, but they suddenly changed course and pursued him further. Then Wain realized there was no point in running and stopped.

He took a deep breath and gripped his sword tightly. The rays almost reached him, and Wain's eyes glittered. He swung his sword several times with unimaginable speed. 

The residual image of the weapon remained in the air, creating the illusion of him attacking dozens of times at once.

The beams were cut in two and lost their power, but that was only a prelude. The Wyvern used a small portion of its strength to see if Wain was worth it to begin fighting in earnest.

Wain glared at the Wyvern and swung his sword. A massive wave of ice headed in its direction. It had been a long time since the last time Wain had used his second form, and he had grown considerably stronger.

The ice wave grew larger, stronger, and more deadly. It was like a terrible avalanche capable of turning a city into icy ruins.

But, this attack was not such a serious threat for the huge Wyvern. The beast raised its front paw high and brought it crashing to the ground. 

A huge shockwave spread for hundreds of meters around it. The icy ground was covered in a multitude of cracks, the nearby ice rocks shattered just as the Wain's wave. 

Even those who were a few kilometers away from the point of impact felt the ground shake.

"Huh, this is a nightmare..." Wain muttered. He was under the impression of such power.

He had to thrust his sword into the ground to keep the shockwave from knocking him down. It was about as strong as the vertical beam that was the final attack in the battle with the black rat.

"Okay, it looks like I need to move on to something more serious, too. Ice may not be the best weapon against an ice wyvern, but this location suits me just as well." Wain uttered and clenched his sword tightly.

He decided to gather energy from his surroundings into his sword. Wain was a human and could not absorb energy, but this rule did not apply to the sword, which had special properties.

Wain could control energy as he could not otherwise use any of his skills. However, his methods differed because of the peculiarities of his race.

Whooooooooosh.

The icy energy headed towards the weapon, and when the silver sword shone brightly, Wain made a sharp lunge forward as if he had a rapier or a spear in his hand. The cone-shaped ice projectile headed towards the Wyvern.

The cone easily pierced through several massive ice crystals standing in the path between Wain and the Wyvern. Moreover, as the cone flew toward the Wyvern, it accelerated and increased its power. 

The energy quickly accumulated because of its spinning power, turning the projectile into a deadly weapon.

The Wyvern did not dodge. In addition to their vast differences in strength and status, wyverns and dragons had one major difference in appearance. Dragons had wings on their backs and front and back paws; wyverns had a slightly different body structure.

Their wings were on their front paws, like a bat's, so when the cone almost reached the Wyvern, it folded its front paws in front of it crosswise.

A massive, triangular seal appeared in front of the Wyvern, which, like a shield, protected the beast from Wain's attack. The cone tried to break through the barrier, but it failed, and in time the cone lost momentum and its power.

However, Wain was not upset. He noticed that the seal became much paler towards the end, and small, faintly visible cracks appeared in some places. He had made some progress, he just needed to increase the power of his attack somehow.

The Wyvern glared angrily at Wain and then opened its mouth wide. Wain reacted quickly and put his sword out in front of him in preparation to block the attack. A frosty mist began to build up in the Wyvern's mouth, which turned into an icy breath.

A wyvern's fire or ice breath wasn't as strong as a dragon's, but that was only compared to the two creatures. Even if it was only a First Chronicle creature, a wyvern's breath was a real disaster.

The icy breath blew down a few trees and destroyed dozens of huge icy rocks. In a few moments, it would reach Wain.

However, he did not retreat, his resistance to ice was quite high due to various bonuses. Wain could withstand this attack, but he wanted to resist it. 

The icy breath was coming, but it was as if Wain was not paying attention to it. He thrust his sword into the ground and tried to feel the icy energy. The process took only a few moments, but Wain felt like several minutes.

The silver sword glowed brightly, and the ice on the blades began to transform slowly. It became smaller, but denser and sharper.

Wain bent slightly, stepped forward, and gripped the sword tightly, the icy breath was only a few feet away.

He wanted to pull the sword out, but he failed. Wain was stunned, it felt like he was trying to move a glacier the size of a continent, and it was a critically dangerous situation. The breath was close.

'Should I run away? No, I can't retreat, not now!' Exclaimed Wain to himself and clenched his teeth tightly.

The icy breath rained down on him, inflicting terrible damage. His skin and flesh began to be covered in a layer of ice and freeze, and now every moment counted. He was approaching death.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARH!" Wain screamed furiously, clenching his jaw with such force that he bled.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

There was a loud crack, and Wain swung his sword from bottom to top, pulling it out of the ice.. Then five of the six chains glowed brightly and turned into a pile of rubble.