"Do you accept?" the pale giant asked.
The Nameless King, still on his knees in the mud, wanted to accept this new "purpose". It was a tempting offer… but could he really trust it?
"What will happen if I accept?" he asked.
The pale giant stared straight at him.
"I am the King of Death," he said, "the one who brings the end to monsters and abominations. A servant of the Gods, the primary disciple of death itself. If you accept… I will send you on a mission."
His voice carried a tired, hollow weight.
"And on this mission, you will destroy villages, cities… and bring ruin upon the elven continent," the King of Death continued.
The Nameless King slowly rose to his feet, his expression showing that he had already made his decision.
"I accept," he said confidently.
The King of Death simply nodded, turning his back and walking toward his throne of bones.
"You have a deadline of two weeks. That is more than enough time. Now go—I will send a servant to accompany you."
The Nameless King nodded in return.
"There's nothing I can do… if I refuse, he'll lop my head off."
It was frustrating—he was nothing but an insect in the presence of this king, who sat on his throne radiating an aura so lethal that even the slightest suspicious move meant certain death.
Walking through the rain beside the undead servant, he listened to the sound of water hitting the damp, lifeless ground, the brittle branches cracking under the falling droplets.
The Nameless King grimaced as the foul, rotten smell of the undead wafted toward him.
"Argh… I'm going to puke… I'm really getting nauseous…" he thought.
Up ahead, at the edge of a cliff, the undead raised its decaying, skeletal hand and pointed.
"There… that is where the elven continent lies," the giant zombie said in a heavy, lifeless voice.
Absorbing the information, the Nameless King bent his knees and leapt. A burst of dust rose around the undead giant as he shot upward, his legs tucked in as he passed through the clouds, seeing nothing but water below.
The wind slammed against his face, tearing at his hair and clothes.
Breathing became difficult.
But the nausea slowly faded as the ocean's fresh scent filled his nose.Wait—did water even have a smell?
"Or am I just imagining things?"
He had no idea.
After a long time staring at nothing but endless water, he finally spotted a thin line of green land. His eyes brightened with excitement.
He crashed into the ground with an explosive thud, a crater bursting open around him. Dust rose—and something dark stood up from within.
A local resident had been thrown to the ground by the impact. His terrified expression froze in place as he attempted to crawl backward.
His entire body shook. His legs gave out beneath him. Tears ran down his face as his skin grew paler with each passing second.
Cutting through the dust with his bone sword, the Nameless King emerged as the cloud dispersed.
He spotted the elf.
Raising his sword, the small, elderly elf tasted death approaching. It was bitter.
The shadow of the blade loomed over his tiny body. His entire life flashed before his eyes as his voice caught in his throat.
"N-nooo!" he screamed as the sword swung toward him.
Blood splattered across the green, flower-covered ground.
Ahead of him stood a village. Before his arrival, the people had been cheerful—but now they stood frozen in fear.
The terror in their eyes was unmistakable.
With bloodlust rising, he rested his sword on his shoulder.
"Now… the destruction begins. Wherever I walk, it will follow."
—
Meanwhile, a servant sprinted through long corridors, running as fast as his legs would allow.
He burst into a dark, foreboding office where an elf sat.
"What is it?" the elf asked in a heavy, exhausted voice.
"A giant, my lord Baron—he has invaded our territory!"
"What?!" The Baron shot up from his chair, slamming the table with such force it echoed through the room.
"Prepare all our troops and send them to intercept."
The servant nodded quickly.
"And inform them that I will join the battle myself," the Baron added as a glowing yellow aura began to rise from his body.
"Wait for me, giant. I'll make you regret ever stepping into my lands, you bastard."