Nameless King

Wain received his first form early in his journey. The Code of Light and Darkness helped him deal with a serious opponent that threatened the integrity of the Overion, and Wain did so with ease.

Throughout this time, Wain changed his mind many times about what the forms could really be, until he finally decided that they used to be humans, just like him.

'But, more than that, they are my closest friends and battle buddies...' Wain internally muttered with a lost look, 'How strange... All this time they were helping me, but I couldn't figure it out. Memory is actually one of the most important of a thing.'

"So your bodies are behind the seals, right?" Wain asked with a serious look.

"Yeah..." Blind Sorcerer nodded, "As well as the blocked part of the Human World. On the one hand that's good, since we have someone to keep an eye on, but on the other... it's been years there..."

As soon as Blind Sorcerer said this Wain's eyes opened wide as he just realized something obvious, but very important. Wain's memory was returned to him in its entirety, however, some parts were not yet connected as it required some trigger.

'Right... All the memories I've seen before... they're more than real. All the people, all the places, all the events... it all happened, in reality, years ago and is kept behind six seals...' Wain said to himself, stared at Blind Sorcerer, and asked, "How do I break the seals? How do I set you free?"
"Well, it's pretty simple, but it's complicated at the same time. Our souls created these seals, so first, you need to get your power back and reach the Transcendence Stage so you become strong enough to do so." Blind Sorcerer said quietly with a shrug.

Wain let out a light sigh, "Transcendence Stage...? Well, it'll take some time, but I'll definitely make it before the second Great War begins."

"The Last One." Cursed Swordsman's cold voice growled as frosty mist appeared beside him, "This time the Arkans will be done with. This race is simply a disease of our world that is destroying it from within."

Wain's face became serious, but he didn't say anything.

"Hey... Aren't you being too harsh? In Arkan World, everyone obeys the stronger one, so it literally depends on the leader what all members of that race will do." Black Sun Aristocrat interjected as he shook his hand.

"I agree." Light Racer nodded, "One of the two rulers is already dead, so there is only one person left to kill. There's no point in wiping out an entire race, it would be true genocide. I don't approve of that."

"Hmm? You are too soft. That's because you haven't felt the same pain as me and the Cursed Swordsman." The Knight of the Bloody Rose spoke in an ice-cold voice with his arms crossed over his chest, "I do not wish the same for you, but I believe the Arkans should be dead. Even if it's genocide, I'm willing to go along with it, since then we'll eliminate the possibility of someone like those two showing up."

"Hey... I think you all got a little too serious." Code of Light and Darkness entered the discussion with a slight smile on his face, "Arkans are dangerous, that's a fact, but just because of the idea and their ruler's ability to take over an entire world, so we just need to kill the leader and that's it."

"You're trying to balance as always, right?" Blind Sorcerer glanced at Code of Light and Darkness, "However, it's not logical. Knight of the Bloody Rose is right, history could repeat itself and then the world would be in danger again. We'll kill millions but potentially save billions, isn't the solution obvious? It's just math."

Gradually the forms began to argue with each other. Opinions were equally divided and each had his or her own reasons. The only one who hadn't yet made his point was Abyss Artist, he just stood back and watched with a sly smirk.

"Enough." Wain said calmly as his gaze drifted to Abyss Artist, "There is no point in arguing. Even if we can win again, no one knows what will happen next, we'll make a decision when the time comes. What matters now is something else... Where is your body?"

Before being reborn, Wain had taken Abyss Artist's poison from his soul as well as that of the other forms, moreover, Abyss Artist originally had a slightly better condition than the others, so Wain did not understand why the real Abyss Artist had not yet found him.

"Well, it is in one piece." Abyss Artist just shrugged, "I put a spell on the others so they could recover faster, I didn't expect their souls to block themselves, it's a unique situation after all."

Abyss Artist continued, "In fact, you've been near my body once before, you just didn't notice it, but you can hardly wake me up now since my soul did the same thing as the others' souls."

Wain nodded, "I see... So if I want to finally wake you up, I have to get my power back first, right?"

"Exactly." Abyss Artist smiled, "Luckily, you don't have to go through the same difficult path this time."

"Yeah, you're right. I had to divide my power for the spell to work properly, so I only have to return the remaining two pieces. However, I want to see your body first, I have to make sure it is safe." Wain said with a serious look.

Abyss Artist stepped forward, crossed his arms, and spoke, "Well, in that case, it's time to go back to your new home."

"Hm? New home?" Wain raised his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what Abyss Artist was talking about.

"In Last Light! My body is there!" The Abyss Artist exclaimed with an excited expression.



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'Last Light...? What...? But where...?' Wain asked himself. He could not understand as it was strange because the Last Light appeared much later than his rebirth.