Nameless King

The Cursed Swordsman was an incredibly powerful form. When Wain first used this skill, his strength was enough to make a few swings, but this skill was his trump card.

The only time Cursed Swordsman wasn't useful was during a battle against a wyvern in Ice Caves. Ice was not effective against such an opponent, but this time was different.

Wain did not know what race Emola and Nirkad were of, but it was obvious that their main feature was their appearance and white flame. Emola attacked from afar, while Nirkad fought in close combat.

Whooosh.

When Wain swung his sword, a massive ice blade was created. It pierced through the clouds and was about to cut Nirkad in two.

Nirkad did not expect such a powerful and sudden attack, but he managed to react. The flames at his feet exploded, and he bounced aside, accelerating with the shockwave.

Emola didn't dodge as the icy blade flew a meter away from her. She snapped her finger, and several white fireballs flew toward Wain.

Wain didn't dodge. When the fireballs almost reached him, he turned sharply and swung his cloak. The fireballs collapsed onto the massive cloak and scattered into the air like tiny flames.

Not only was the ice sword a weapon, everything that appeared during the activation of the form was part of the skill. The cloak was not a simple piece of clothing to give an appropriate image. It was a quality outfit with protective properties.

"You're even worse than I expected..." Wain muttered. His voice was like a chill from the underworld.

Emola and Nirkad shuddered in fear, but that feeling changed into a rage.

"I don't know who you are or where you got such terrifying power, but there's no way an upstart like you can handle us!" Shouted Nirkad and the seal on his chest lit up in white flames.

The next moment he turned into a blurry blur. Then he appeared in front of Wain and delivered a crushing blow. However, Wain swung his sword smoothly and blocked his opponent's attack.

Boooom.

Nirkad's fist was charged with fire, so a fiery explosion consumed everything around it. But, Wain remained unharmed. The residual flames from the attack could not harm him because the main power of the blow was blocked by the sword.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Nirkad didn't stop there. He continued to attack Wain furiously, gradually dodging. Nirkad was used to dominating the battlefield. Usually, his opponents were afraid of him and, in most cases, tried to escape, but that was not the case this time.

Wain was the one who dominated their battle, even though he made only a few powerful attacks. There was no fear in his eyes but rather a look of frustration and even contempt.

To Nirkad, this seemed something impossible. He had never found himself in this situation before.

"Nirkad!" Emola said loudly, and her ally bounced aside.

While Nirkad and Wain traded blows, Emola did not sit idly by. When Wain blocked the fireballs with a simple swing of her cloak, she realized that her opponent was dangerous.

Emola decided to take advantage of the situation and prepare a powerful attack that would kill Wain.

There were many fire spheres around Wain. They were far away from him, so he didn't notice them during the battle with Nirkad. Moreover, the fire blocked his visibility.

Emola waved his hand, and dozens of spheres turned into pillars of fire. They gradually increased in size and came crashing down on Wain like an avalanche. To create one such orb, Emola had to expend quite a lot of power. This reception significantly depleted her reserves.

"AHAHAHA, now he's definitely finished!" Nirkad said loudly was watching the flames consume Wain. Emola was in no hurry to rejoice. She was always prepared for any scenario.

Wain looked at the white pillars of flame and nodded weakly. Then the energy quickly began to build up at the sword.

His aura intensified, and the temperature around him dropped dramatically. Even the clouds on which he stood showed a thin layer of ice.

The next moment he plunged the sword into the ground, and there was an energy explosion. Ice spread in all directions like massive waves.

The pillars of flame were a serious threat, but they quickly dissipated when they met the waves of ice. The flames could do nothing to such superior ice.

The area within a five-meter radius around Wain turned into a semblance of a glacier. Nirkad was stunned. He forgot how to speak for a few seconds. Emola frowned heavily. She knew they were in a critical situation.

She had about twenty percent energy left. Nirkad was weaker than Wain and couldn't do anything to him. They were in a no-win situation.

"It's time to end this." Calmly Wain said and swung his sword a few times.

Many crescent-shaped blades of ice flew toward Nirkad and Emola. They tried to dodge, but they only partially succeeded. The blades were too fast.

One of the blades caught Nirkad's side. Emola had a deep wound on his shoulder.

"Nirkad, hold him back. I'll try to call for help." Said Emola and pulled a small amulet from beneath her robes.

She waved her hand, and many magical circles formed a sphere of sorts. Emola placed the amulet in its center and folded her palms together, and then the mark on her forehead shone brightly.

Wain realized that Emola's actions could be dangerous for him, so he rushed toward her. He could not let her finish her ritual. Wain didn't know what would happen in the end, but he didn't want to find out.

When the distance between him and Emola was reduced to ten meters, Nirkad appeared before Wain. He had to protect her. Otherwise, Wain would turn them into ice statues.

Whooosh.

Nirkad attacked. His fist was covered in white flame, it was like a fiery comet, but this blow was not dangerous for Wain.

He took a step to the side and swung his arm sharply. The icy blade of the sword went through Nirkad's flesh, and Wain severed his arm.