The opponent… was the Demon King.
Agaroth.
The monster who had never known defeat—not even once.
Against him stood Nameless.
The only one who had ever come close to bringing him down.
On a distant moon, far beyond the reach of Earth, the two walked slowly side by side.
Agaroth had grown far stronger.
His level had risen significantly since their last battle.
Nameless, on the other hand, entered this fight incomplete.
His armor was gone. His greatest weapon was gone.
Of his entire arsenal of black weapons… only the Shadow Bolt spear remained.
Perhaps the Absolute Manipulator was his only true gain now.
Nameless' void-like eyes flickered faintly.
Thousands of pathways extended from them, threads of violet fate branching into countless distant futures.
Yet despite their number… every single one led to the same end.
Defeat.
Nothing but defeat.
Agaroth was absolute.
Overwhelming.
His darkness devoured every path, bending them… until they all led exactly where he wished.
