Chapter 33 – War
There was nothing left to discuss, nothing left to plan, and nothing left to delay. The battlefield had already decided its fate, and every participant stood in their designated place, waiting for the inevitable clash.
The immortals stood in long lines, gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes filled with tension and anticipation. Behind them, the lower gods stood like silent guardians, guiding and observing. The medium gods remained calm, but their presence alone carried pressure. Higher-ranked beings simply watched, knowing that this war would not be ordinary.
One of the mythic gods muttered to himself, feeling the strange tension in the air, as if something far greater than a simple war was about to unfold.
Before the war began, Nameless walked toward the celestial god he had chosen to support, Varunesh. His expression was unusually serious, lacking his usual playful arrogance.
"Listen carefully," Nameless said, his voice calm but firm. "Do not fight first. Let your opponent move. Let him destroy, let him exhaust himself. You stay back, quiet and calm. Don't rush because of anger."
Varunesh narrowed his eyes slightly, but he listened.
"You waited for years to fight him," Nameless continued. "You can wait a few more hours. Don't throw everything away in the first move."
After a moment of silence, Varunesh nodded. "Fine. I won't move first."
Nameless gave a satisfied smile and stepped back.
Then—
The war began.
In an instant, the battlefield erupted into chaos. Weapons clashed, energy surged, and the sky itself seemed to tremble under the pressure of so many powerful beings releasing their strength at once.
The plan Nameless had given was not followed exactly, but it had been modified and adapted. Immortals fought immortals, as per the rule, but there was a loophole—there was no rule stopping immortals from targeting higher-ranked enemies indirectly.
The strategy became clear very quickly.
Those who possessed Nameless's weapons were surrounded and supported by lower-ranked fighters. These lower ranks acted like shields, creating constant pressure. Their opponents couldn't attack them freely, because doing so would violate the rules and result in immediate elimination by Nameless.
This forced every fighter into a difficult situation. They had to defend against equals while also being restricted by the presence of weaker allies around them.
It was a suffocating battlefield.
Nameless had already predicted this.
But there was one major problem.
The opposing side, led by Astrael, possessed Nameless's army—ten thousand soldiers. These soldiers had no such restrictions and could attack freely, targeting anyone without limitation.
At first glance, it seemed like a decisive advantage.
But Varunesh did not panic.
Because although Astrael had the army—
Varunesh had something far more important.
The mind behind it.
The creator.
Nameless.
An army without its true commander was nothing more than a weapon without direction. And Nameless knew every weakness, every pattern, every flaw in that army.
One suggestion from him—
Was enough to dismantle it completely.
The battlefield roared louder.
Then—
Something happened.
Astrael moved.
So fast that for a moment, the entire battlefield went silent. No one saw him move. No one sensed the transition. One moment he was standing still, and the next—
He was already in the sky.
Varunesh's eyes widened.
He broke the one rule Nameless had given him.
He moved.
The two celestial gods clashed in the sky, their spears colliding with terrifying force. One radiated a golden aura, blazing like a sun, while the other carried a deep green aura, sharp and destructive like nature itself.
Each strike created shockwaves that spread across the battlefield, shaking both gods and immortals alike. Many struggled to even stand under the pressure of their power.
This was not a normal fight.
This was a clash of beings far beyond them.
But far from the sky—
Nameless stood still.
Something was wrong.
He frowned slightly as he felt a strange sensation within his body. The energy released by the two celestial gods was not just spreading—it was being absorbed.
By him.
His body was pulling in their energy, unintentionally, and transferring it somewhere else.
His vision blurred slightly.
"…What is this feeling?"
He tried to steady himself, but the sensation only grew stronger.
It was not painful.
But it was overwhelming.
Like something inside him was reacting… awakening.
Nameless didn't understand it.
But something deep within him did.
His soul.
That fragmented part—
Was reacting.
Unknowingly—
This war, this chaos, this clash of divine powers—
Was accelerating something far greater.
A connection.
A transition.
A path.
Nameless stood in the middle of the battlefield, slightly dizzy, unaware of the truth forming around him.
This war was not just about gods, power, or victory.
It was leading him—
To another world.
And that world—
Would be far more dangerous than this one.