Nameless King

"Damn..." Wain muttered, climbing out from under the rubble.

"Osvald helped, but that was damned dangerous. I feel like my left eye is ready to burst at any moment." Wain shook his head and sat down on a piece of rock with a sigh.

The shockwave threw him into the fortress, its northern part, but Wain had no idea where he was or how many walls and floors he'd broken through until he stopped.

"Okay, I hope help comes, and the situation is resolved. I have other things to do." Wain muttered and looked around.

There were only dark passageways around, many of them blocked by debris.

'Hmm? Is it just me, or did I hear something?' Wain looked at the far passageway and headed that way. He couldn't make out what he heard. It sounded like some kind of moaning or a squeak.

His path was blocked by debris, and Wain pushed it aside. They were the usual pieces of rock, but Wain could hardly do it. Though he was not seriously injured, but his position was difficult. All his muscles were aching, and he didn't have a drop of energy left.

'Damn, why did Osvald promise to save the girls? They're nothing but trouble, we've already killed the Hunters, so the main problem is solved.' Wain shook his head and walked on until he reached a cell with several Cat Clan girls in it. They were frightened and wary of Wain.

"Go away!" one of the girls pulled a shard from the ground and clutched it tightly. She was trembling with fear, but her eyes were cold.

'Huh, she might actually kill me.'

"Take it easy. I'm not interested in you, I just came to rescue you from getting rid of this tedious job."

The girl shifted her gaze to the others and looked at Wain again, "I don't believe you! Just go away and leave us!"

"Of course, I can do that, but are you sure? I think she needs help." Wain pointed to the girl in the corner. The massive rubble of the wall pinned her leg, and there was no way the other girls could move it. There was already a pool of blood underneath her, and the wound would soon become much more serious.

"I could easily lift this rubble, but if I leave, the best thing waiting for her is to have her leg amputated, and if I were you, I'd run out of here as fast as possible."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you noticed that there's been some uncontrollable fuck-up going on here for the last hour? People are fighting outside who are strong enough to kill you with one breath, literally. I'll get you out of the fortress, and then you're on your own. Okay?"

The girl hesitated but eventually put the shard down.

"Then set us free!"

It was still impossible to get out of the cage. The shard punched through it, but it blocked the only way out.

"Okay, okay, keep it quiet." Wain waved his hand and walked over to the bars. He grasped them tightly and pulled them apart with ease. Then Wain grasped the shard and tossed it aside in a sharp motion.

Wain lifted the wounded girl in his arms and headed for the exit.

"By the way, which one of you is Irma's friend?"

"That's me..." The girl Wain was carrying said awkwardly.

"Huh, you have a good friend, not everyone is lucky enough to have friends like that. Let's go, or soon we'll all be buried under the debris."

The fortress was half destroyed, and any attack could have completely demolished it.

...

The Undead were known as the best assassins, informers, and scouts of any race. They were masters of stealth and quick killers and one of the many races that preferred darkness to light. This was expressed in their actions, ideology, and way of life.

Most Angels were aggressive toward the Undead. They liked to control everything, and secretive people like the Undead were a big obstacle.

'Undead and an Angel with golden wings, this will be interesting.' Osvald thought. He stood back and watched the upcoming fight.

Keith's partners were already fighting three Angels, and even though they were outnumbered, they were slowly losing.

The Angels preferred to use mass and slow attacks, while the Undeads hit single targets, fast and accurate. The Angels' approach would have been effective against large groups of enemies, but against two very fast and agile opponents, it was more of a disadvantage than a plus.

'They don't stand a chance, but nothing really depends on them. These two will decide everything here.' Osvald looked at Zariel and Keith, 'One of the Sun Order, the other of the Moon Order, and both a Pearl Hunter.

"You wretched brat living in the shadows! You will know my wrath for choosing to stop me!" Zariel exclaimed and headed for Keith.

"You talk too much."

Keith's daggers flashed, and he disappeared. A moment later, he was in front of Zariel and attacked from top to bottom. Two daggers raced toward him, intent on slicing him apart.

Zariel smirked and blocked it with his sword. Though Keith pressed against him with all his weight, Zariel's arm didn't even flinch. He stood like an impregnable fortress.

"You know, it's a shame that you stopped me from fighting the legendary Osvald, so I have no choice but to start getting serious." Zariel said calmly, and a stream of crimson energy burst out of him, more like flames.

Keith's skin began to burn, and he had to retreat. His silhouette blurred, and he was ten meters away from Zariel.

"Fuck, someone decided to do it after all." Osvald muttered, and it was obvious to him and Keith what was going on.

Zariel and Keith were very strong, and even this zone couldn't completely limit them, they were in the Fourth Chronicle. Few had reached this level, and only a few could master the special ability that elevated some over others - the Form.