Nameless King

"What the hell...?! What the hell is wrong with your star!?" The man exclaimed frightened as his instincts told him that deadly danger was coming toward him.

"Hah, you mean that little detail?" Sven grinned for the first time in a long time as a sly expression appeared on his face.

'Fine, now I realize I'm watching the memories of the real Sven. Only he is capable of such a frightening smirk, whose gaze seems to be able to pierce even the soul.' Wain inwardly muttered with a slight nod.

"Since today is an important day, both for me and for all Arkans, I'll tell you what's wrong with my star." Sven stepped forward as powerful streams of white energy appeared beside him.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The pressure came down on the Dragon, preventing him from even moving and causing him to feel a primal fear as if he were facing an invincible foe.

"Everyone knows that the star on the Arkan's chest is an indicator of their power, status, and influence. Such is the peculiarity of our race, where everything is built on rivalry, but the truth is that almost no one knows that we do not receive these stars at birth. They are put on us by force, then they develop according to our strength." Sven said quietly as he got close enough to the man.
Sven sighed, "So when I made my fateful decision I thought about it. If this star isn't what I got at birth, then I can do what I want  with it, can't I?"

Sven pointed to his shattered star, "The five-pointed star is given to ordinary Arkans, the seven-pointed star only to the strongest and most talented, then, I rightly destroyed my star since I have long ago renounced the ideology of the Arkans, which leads to a world I do not want to live in!"

Crackle.

Sven's palm, covered in white energy, stabbed into the man's chest like a spear, shattering his dense protective plates with ease. Then, blood flowed from the corners of the man's mouth as Sven pulled his heart from his chest.

"You know, I've been in so many battles in my life that it's impossible for me to feel any emotion. But... then why am I enjoying it so much now!?" Sven exclaimed with an insane smile as his aura became completely chaotic.

"No... Bastard... What are you up to..." The dragon barely mumbled as he was still alive, he only had a few seconds left in this world. He tried to reach for his heart, stretching out his hand.


"Agh... Don't worry, you can have it. I'm not cruel enough to deny you such a small request." Sven said calmly, placing a hearth on the man's palm and pressing it to the man 's chest, then Sven pushed the Dragon forward slightly.

The man with an already blank stare fell down, disappearing into the mist that was at the foot of the hill. A few seconds later, a massive red soul flew out of his body and slowly rose upward.

"Sven... Are... Are we really going this way...?" Marlis asked uncertainly as she glanced down, "Once this soul goes higher, the Black Whip will realize what we've done and then nothing can be changed."

Sven turned as he looked intently at Marlis and Osvald, then a sad expression appeared on his face as well as a bitter smile.

'It can't be Sven... I didn't think he was capable of such emotions, but... what the hell is going on here? Sven betrayed his race and Olax?' Wain pondered, trying to make sense of the situation.

"You both know what our rulers' plan is, don't you? You both know why Olax and Arox are preparing for war and why their main target is the Nameless King as well as all humans, don't you?" Sven said with hope in his gaze.

Osvald and Marlis looked at each other, then they nodded deeply. They had been together with Sven from the beginning, so they were familiar with some of his thoughts, but they had not expected it to come to this. However, their bond was strong enough that they were willing to go with Sven even to hell.

"I don't want to be part of this plan that will make our world a place where it's just impossible to live. I won't try to change Olax and Arox's minds, their position certainly won't change, but I will ask you a question." Sven spoke as he stretched his arms forward.

"Are you ready to come with me against all of Arkan World and commit the worst sin of all? I'm going to help the Nameless King win the war to save our world, to leave it as wonderful as it is now. However, we will operate stealthily, smoothly approaching the main point." Sven said, waiting for a response from his closest and only friends.

Osvald answered first. He smiled broadly and headed forward, taking Sven's side.

"Honestly, I don't like their idea at all either. If they succeed, it will become too boring to live, that's not what I want. Well, in that case, we'll be secret agents now, won't we? This is so exciting!" Osvald laughed happily.

'Hah... Osvald never changes. Although I was worried that Osvald wouldn't dare break orders, it seems I underestimated him, in that way.' Osvald inwardly muttered with a slight nod, then he looked at Marlis.

She stared intently with a cold gaze for a while before stepping forward. She did so in complete silence until she stood before Sven.

Marlis took his hand, pressed it to her chest, and said, "After what you've done you'll be a traitor forever, so the only option to continue to be with you is to join you, isn't it?"

"Yeah, you're right." Sven smiled as he closed his eyes for a moment, feeling a pleasant warmth.

'Agh... I finally said and did it... Damn, that was one of the hardest things I ever went through.' Sven said to himself.