The stench of blood circulated heavily in the air. The Nameless King walked forward, his feet sticky with gore, stepping through pools of crimson that covered the ground. He looked at the earth, once beautiful, now utterly saturated with red.
Just then, he heard something approaching.
Brandishing his sword, he cleaved through a surge of magic; a dissipated flash of green. Raising an eyebrow, he glanced at his bone sword and then at the elf standing before him.
'That's strange. I sensed the wind attacking me, but it was only this weird thing,' he mused.
The elf stared at the giant, his expression one of utter disbelief.
'H-how did he… how did he cut the magic with a sword made of bone? How? That should be impossible.'
The Nameless King gave a swift, dry cut, splitting the elf in half. Returning to his path, he heard the faint sound of a house crumbling behind him. He walked without any clear destination; he had only been tasked to destroy a number of villages and cities within two weeks, and the Death King hadn't specified an exact quota.
At that moment, the sky closed up, the daylight instantly blocked by thick clouds.
When he heard a rumbling noise, he looked to the side and saw… horses? No, Elves mounted on horses.
Drawing his sword, the Nameless King shot forward.
A thunderous boom echoed everywhere, the earth beneath his feet recoiling from his force. He shielded his mouth with his elbow, his eyes betraying a hungry desire for blood on his hands.
With a single, sweeping strike, half the approaching army was decimated.
In that one blow, the Nameless King destroyed approximately one hundred men. The grass, once green, received a shower of crimson rain.
The King felt invigorated. He had destroyed a village, and now he was slaughtering an army. To the giant, this was a beautiful sight!
At the rear of the battalion stood the Baron.
When he saw the rain of blood, his grim expression turned even colder, mixing with shock at the giant's sheer power. Dismounting his horse, the Baron commanded:
"All of you, go!" the elf snapped, his sharp gaze fixed on the Nameless King.
All the remaining soldiers assented.
"Yes, Baron Kotei!"
They all advanced toward the village, which was behind the Nameless King.
Seeing the surviving army—a group of about a hundred small, pointy-eared beings—coming towards him, a psychopathic smile stretched across his blood-stained face.
'Yes! Come! I will bring death to all of you! My blade will be drenched in your blood, you small, insignificant beings!'
Just then, a beam of light tore through the overcast sky, cutting the darkness as it descended with incredible speed—at least, incredible speed to everything but the Nameless King.
Defending with his bone sword, small fragments chipped away from the blade's surface. The giant gnashed his teeth in excitement. The impact caused his clothes to billow as the yellow light illuminated his body, which was smeared with red fluid.
Directing his pupil to the side, he noticed the battalion passing him by.
In that moment, he smiled.
'All of you will… die!'
He diverted the blinding ray of light toward the elven army.
Seeing this, Kotei immediately went pale. Sweat ran down his face as his own magic decimated his faithful army.
'Damn it!'
Drawing a sword hilt, Kotei rushed back to his horse. Mounting it, he galloped toward the Nameless King. The strong wind rattled his cloak as he stared the King directly in the eye.
"Giiiaaannnttt!!!" Kotei roared, like a commander who had just lost his entire battalion.
A yellow light flared around him.
Filled with a renewed thirst for blood, the Nameless King prepared an attack with his bone sword, brandishing it straight at the elf before him. The sword came down toward Kotei's face.
'You will die now… giant!'