"Burn… ignite… let the raging flames guide you."
Pain, rage, sorrow, and grief ...
emotions ignited within Nameless' chest like a wildfire that had escaped from the deepest pits of hell. Even he, the great Nameless, could not suppress them any longer.
So he let everything out.
A roar tore from his lungs ... a savage war cry that echoed across the universe itself, a scream so violent it deafened all who could hear it. It was tragic, terrifying… a cry born from the very depths of a warrior who had endured too much.
Raising his hand high, his blade shattered and vanished entirely.
In its place, a violent eruption of violet flames and abyssal aura burst forth from within him, swallowing the space around Agaroth whole. A burning dark star… a blackened sun of overwhelming power, unlike anything ever witnessed before.
Agaroth stared, eyes wide—
—and then blood burst from them.
The King's eye wept, unable to endure even the sight of that power… let alone withstand it.
