On one of the countless planets scattered across the vast universe, a man dressed entirely in black wandered endlessly, concealing his face and identity as he traveled from one place to another.
Behind him walked two figures almost identical in build, even in height… yet they were nothing more than specters, silently observing his journey and reliving it alongside him.
To his right walked Frey, curiosity filling his gaze, while to his left moved the present Nameless, hands in his pockets, his face devoid of emotion ... as he already knew most of what was about to unfold.
This was the era where Nameless's journey truly began. He roamed the cosmos in search of the truth behind his fractured existence, refining the techniques that would one day define him.
After escaping the imprisonment of the Great one of Krat, events unfolded much as Frey already knew.
