Nameless King

Odvar left the arena, so gradually the interest of the audience subsided and more people began to look in Wain's direction.

"Well, well, now it's your turn, isn't it?" Sven smirked as he put his hand under his head.

"Yeah. I guess so..." Wain muttered with a slight smile on his face and looked at Vincenz.

His green eyes grew deeper and sharp as the deadliest blade, "Can you find me a worthy opponent?"

Wain spoke calmly, but his voice made the entire Colosseum sink into silence for a while as a shiver ran through Vincenz's body.

He smiled, tilted his hat, and said, "You're talking about someone in the Top 10, right? Hmm, two of them just fought and there's no way I can connect with the Top-1, but someone's been talking to me personally about wanting to fight you."

Wain showed a devious smirk as his aura intensified considerably, "Great! Call him now!"

Whooooooosh.

Wain jumped from his seat as he found himself in front of a multi-layered barrier. A dense layer of darkness appeared on his hands and he thrust his palms into the barrier as though in a gap between the door.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Multiple cracks appeared on the barrier, the barrier slowly breaking apart under Wain's pressure. Then, he swung his arms, and the barrier shattered into hundreds of pieces, clearing a passage for him.

"Ahahahahahaha, great start for your last fight!" Osvald exclaimed in a thunderous voice while laughing brutally.

"Ah... Last fight?" Someone muttered with wide eyes and trembling lips.

"The man said Nameless would no longer fight in the Colosseum...?" The woman uttered with a frightened expression.

"No! That can't be!" Her mate exclaimed as he slammed his fists into the support.

Wain turned to Osvald with a frown as he clenched his hand into a fist.

"Oh... I guess I said a little too much, I didn't mean to do that, okay?" Osvald said in an awkward manner while scratching the back of his head with a wide grin on his face.

"Hmm, we can use that. Osvald you're good." Sven said in a thoughtful way before standing up.

"My mate is right." Sven glanced at Osvald as his voice spread throughout the Colosseum, that was calm but commanding, so everyone without realizing it began to listen to him.

"This will actually be the last battle of Nameless at the Colosseum. The thing is, his goal is to be in the Top 10, so once he's done that, he's going to focus on getting to the Fifth Chronicle. You all should understand that it's a difficult task that will take up all the free time of even the most talented person." Sven said in a serious voice as he extended his hand forward with his palm open to the top.

"Go ahead, invite all your friends and acquaintances here, no one should miss this fight." Sven turned to Vincenz, "I hope the opponent will be worthy?"

'What a strange look... Those three in the masks are definitely hiding something, but that's none of my business, at least for now.' Vincenz inwardly muttered before nodding and saying, "Sure, I've already sent him a message. He's been waiting for this moment since the last battle of Nameless."

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Suddenly Colosseum began to rearrange because there were too many people who wanted to watch the fight and there were not enough seats for everyone. Several new rows appeared, but it only took one minute for all the seats to be taken, and then the Colosseum stopped.

"Hmm? Colosseum has come to a standstill? It can't get any bigger?" Someone muttered while in disbelief.

"Is that possible?" His buddy uttered with a worried look.

"Damn... Looks like even the Colosseum has a limit... It's pretty sad, I have a few more friends that haven't had time to take the seat..." The man said with a slight sigh while shaking his head.

Everyone waited for the battle to begin, talking amongst themselves and assuming what they were about to see.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Suddenly a green layer of energy appeared on Wain's body, that covered it like a veil, then a long massive crack formed in the center of the arena, growing rapidly.

"Hmm? What is that?" Wain reached forward, examining the green energy on it.

"Damn, is this really happening?" Vincenz muttered with a dazed expression.

Gradually the Colosseum split in two as the ruins continued to sprawl apart. New places appeared as well as land for battles, so gradually Colosseum changed completely.

The Colosseum now consisted of four identical parts with spectator seats behind each half of the previous arena.

"There were twice as many spectator seats, but how will I fight here?" Wain muttered with confused looks while looking ahead.

A massive empty space was left in the center as the four halves of the arena were too far apart.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Suddenly green runes appeared on the ground as massive wide bridges appeared in front of the arena halves that sprawled sideways. Gradually, different areas and buildings appeared between the arenas. So on the east side was a forest with a few abandoned villages, while on the west side was a deserted area with rare oases and pyramids.

However, the empty circle in the center was untouched. Only when all the outer areas were ready did the left half of the central arena begin to fill, and that was Wain's side.

There began to line up dark ruins with an eerie aura with sparse bloody flowers that emitted a powerful smell and three massive rivers of flowing ash, then the green veil disappeared from Wain's body.

'Hmm? Is that how the Colosseum sees me? Well, it seems to have sensed Eva's aura, otherwise, I can't explain why these bloody flowers and ashy rivers are here.' Wain inwardly muttered with a slight smile on his face.

The second half of the main arena was still empty, as the Colosseum waited for whoever owned it.

"Well, well, it looks like I should be grateful for that special treatment." Wain uttered as his mouth corners lifted.