This wasn't Nameless's doing.
This was Frey—and Frey alone.
With each swing of the blade, Nameless .. watching from afar .. narrowed his eyes.
"How strange… He called himself weak, yet he's suddenly executing my technique with near-perfect mastery."
Frey was anything but ordinary.
At first, he could only restore 30% of his power using the ability Nameless taught him.
But during the battle, everything changed.
"Right now… he's recovering more than 90% of the power from each attack he launches."
As if he had learned ..no, mastered .. this technique centuries ago.
For the first time, Nameless was genuinely impressed by the young man called Frey Starlight.
With that recovery, Frey could unleash Nameless Judgement endlessly, his body barely holding together under the recoil.
It must have been excruciating .. yet Frey endured it without blinking.
"Frey Starlight… you are not weak."
Nameless whispered, then fell silent, witnessing Frey's final rampage.
