Nameless King



"When will the war begin?" Sven asked, maintaining an icy stare, completely unperturbed.

Olax took a deep breath, glanced around the city, and said, "Soon, Arox has practically gathered enough energy for our main objective. Sven... tell me... Is our world beautiful?"

Sven glanced at Olax with a slightly puzzled expression, then he stepped, standing beside Olax as if he were an equal. novelenglish.net . Firᴇ.net

They were on top of a spire, one of several towers overlooking the largest and most majestic city in Arkan World.

"I don't quite understand the question." Sven asked quietly, watching the Arkans as they walked among the roads, "Are you asking about our space or some other one?"

Olax smiled slightly, "Sven... You need to think on a larger scale. I'm talking about the wide world, the universe if that makes more sense to you. I still can't tell you all the details, but Arox and I will surely save our world... or rather save it..."

Sven's eyes went wide for a moment, as well as those of Osvald and Marlis. They looked at each other as they stood behind each other, and they were both greatly surprised. Before this, they knew next to nothing about the coming war, only that it was inevitable and that they were to fight the Nameless King himself.

"What do you mean...?" Sven asked uncertainly.

Olax waved his hand, "When we win the war and all the humans just like Nameless King fall, you'll figure it out for yourself. Sorry, Sven, the stakes are too high for me to say anything. Until the end, this will remain a secret between me and Arox."

Various emotions raged inside Sven, which was unusual for him, but it wasn't curiosity at all. Nothing could change his position anymore and he was going to execute his plan, but then he wanted to tear Olax apart.

'Bastard... Do you think you can treat me so arrogantly? Do you really regard me as a child who is unprepared for the complexities of this world...? Agh... Well, it just goes to show that by following you, we all fall into the abyss.' Sven muttered inwardly, glaring menacingly at Olax.

However, Sven excelled at hiding his gaze and aura, perhaps better than anyone, so even Olax didn't notice anything. From his perspective, Sven looked as calm as he did before he spoke.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

At the top of the spire, there was a hearth from which a seemingly endless darkness emanated, but no one noticed it because Wain was the source. He watched the situation with a cold stare, and his face contorted in anger.

"So what do you say? Is our world a beautiful place?" Olax asked again.

Sven glanced at the city, "Well, I certainly like living here."

"Hah, you never answer the question directly, do you?" Olax grinned, "One day it will all be yours, all this light and all these people's fates."

Sven's eyes went wide, "What...? What are you talking about?"

"Heh, no need to be modest. Even me and Arox can't live forever, we're not Alucard. Of course, it won't happen for a while, but in peace, time will fly by quickly. Obviously, in that case, you will be the only one who can take our place, for compared to us you are young." Olax said with a slight smile, truly enjoying the moment.

"Agh..." Sven took a deep breath, "I don't know if you're serious or not, but it won't be soon, right now let's focus on something else. What's your last mission for us?"

Olax smirked, "By the way, I didn't answer your question either. You wanted to know when the war will start, right? Well, in about a month, and before that you have to go to one place."

"Go ahead. We'll do whatever you say, it's our duty as the strongest Arkans." Sven said confidently, pressing his palm to his chest like a true knight.

Olax nodded, "You will need to pick up one potion that no alchemist is capable of creating as it is like a fruit itself born in one single place in our entire world."

Olax's face changed as he became serious. He explained every detail of the mission to them in detail, after which Sven, Osvald, and Marlis, left the spire and headed towards a massive temple-like structure.

In the center, among many white columns, was a magic circle with many ancient symbols. Sven met his gaze with one Arkan, then they stood in the center of the magical circle.

"Sven... What are we going to do...?" Marlis asked with a slightly worried look.

"Well, it depends on the situation. First, let's just go with the plan, then we'll see." Sven inhaled slightly.

Whooooooooooooosh.

The magic circle glowed brightly as their silhouettes blurred, disappearing in the flash. Several Arkans watched them with glowing eyes, for to all Arkans, Sven, Marlis, and Osvald were the limit of perfection. 

Every Arkan, wanted to become like them and receive orders personally from Olax, for them this was the ultimate goal.

'Hah, those Arkans look like idiots!' Wain grinned, 'I wonder what their faces would be like if they knew what Sven was really thinking? Hahaha, I'm sure it would be an incredible sight!

Wain stared at the town for a while, then his face became serious, 'Well, nothing depends on them anyway. I must find out what happened next, Sven went to an interesting place.'

...

After a while, three silhouettes appeared on a massive branch that seemed to have hundreds of people on it at once. On the horizon, there were huge trees whose tops were above the clouds, and on one of these were Sven, Marlis, and Osvald.

"Agh... As before, the air here is the best! There's nowhere else where the air is this clean! Not even high up in the mountains!" Osvald exclaimed with an excited expression as he sighed, filling his lungs.

"Heh, air?" Marlis grinned, "What should matter is the smell! No perfume can compete with that! That's for sure!"

Sven said nothing, he just, with a deep gaze, stared at the world covered with literally millions of different plants and flowers that was the center for one of the Pillars.