章節 2: Chapter 1: Hope of the Past, Despair from the Future
{ Journey of encounters, loss and battles to reach the throne of Nameless God }
The hero who stands against The Nameless with his compannions is someone who was formerly of that clan and has turned against them; the hero is doing it to stop him from destroying mankind, but there is another reason as well.
The hero was... in a way, the only 'friend' The Nameless had left. He was not born into the clan but was one of the few left in it who had come from the 'outside' or 'mortal world'.
For those who become part of the clan, are given the gift of long life by The Nameless, enabling them to live up to 300 years.
The hero turned on his friend to stop him, but like i said, there is more to it that no one else in the clan would ever know;
"My friend, i fear i must make a very... unreasonable request, for you are the only one i can turn to with it. This is the one, only and last thing i will ever ask you to do for me;
In the coming years, i will seek to destroy this world. When that time comes, you can choose to stand by my side or we can fight until one of us is dead.
Before that day comes, you must go back to mortal world once more and live among them.
For me, their world offers no more comfort nor meaning... but for you, who was once part of it, it may still hold something worth protecting that you do not wish to see destroyed.
If by some chance you find such a thing in that world of never ending strife and suffering, to make all of it still worthy... then when the time comes; i shall hear your answer."
Soon after this, The Hero left the clan and years later would return and bear the brand of traitor to challenge and stop his former clan, comrades and friend.
The hero, before his return to stop his former clan, had indeed wandered the mortal world, his 'home', for years following his rather abrupt departure from the clan.
And, he had come danger close to going down the same path as The Nameless, to simply giving up on the world as it is and be swallowed by that same despair.
Until he met someone, a brave soul whom had not allowed him to trapped in that said despair.
It was through this meeting he had found his first compannion, that the hero had began to discover something that his former clan had lost.
Such a tiny, frail thing in the midst of all the endless strife... yet, it could be so strong it made everything worth it.
and to the hero, it was what gave him the will to take up arms against his former clan and friend.
Along with his compannions he fought his way through the clan, people he had once shared times of grief and joy, fought side by side; friends, comrades... yet now, the lines were drawn and neither would compromise.
After many struggles and brushes with death, finally, the two former friends faced off against one another.
"So, here you stand before my throne, a group of miscreants led by a traitor.
I have brought death on more deserving subjects for far less, yet i will indulge your meaningless efforts to reach me and give you one last chance to repent for your transgressions; do so and the punishment will be limited to only you, traitor while the rest of your worthless ilk will be allowed safe passage out of my lands.
Refuse, and the terror of absolute despair awaits all of you."
Said The Nameless, his words and eyes conveying naught but cold hatred along with his sheer presence of overwhelming power.
The hero however, along with his companions held their ground and responded:
"I once truly believed in you, that you would be the one to save this world... But now, i see how it truly is; You trust nothing, you believe in no one and all that will be wrought in your wake is despair.
The only one i see that has transgressed, who has turned our clan into a hell of suffering... Is you.
Before you can do the same to the world we will stop you today, here and now!"
They all then prepared themselves, as now they would face the most dangerous enemy of them all. A living God, with powers they could only imagine.
The Nameless, upon hearing those words closed his eyes for a moment, let out a heavy sigh and said:
"I was ever so slightly curious what you would have to say. But if that is your answer... Then i am disappointed."
As he slowly stood up from his throne, opening his eyes again the cold hatred was gone; in its place he looked at them now with complacent disinterest.
Yet his presence remained just as overwhelming.
The final battle was upon them.
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Nameless God with the power of many in one,
Hero and his comrades with the power of many as one.
A hero refusing to give up on hope,
A God who feels naught but despair.
"In the end, you are but mortal fools before a God.
You will all die, without laying one hand on me."
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Were the words said as the first clash rang out across the throne room.
The battle with The Nameless was brutal, not only due to his powers having ascended mortal limits nor due to his countless centuries of experience, but because all the battles before while against people with immense strength had been just that; battles of power.
Against The Nameless, who had surpassed such notions, something more was needed.
For he was more than just a foe to be defeated, he was something 'absolute' that invoked primal fear from the deepest instincts of those who stood before him.
Just being in his presence was straining to ones very spirit, which made mustering the strength necessary to harm him a trial by itself.
Only the hero was able to fight properly against him at that time, but even then he could feel that same strain creeping in.
His will and determination were all that kept him from succumbing.
Then, after combined efforts The Nameless spilled blood for the first time.
A moment of triumphant elation spread among them, but it was short lived:
"You...! Mere impudent lowlifes have spilled my blood, my divine blood."
There was fury on his face, yet managed to calm himself.
The disinterest faded from his eyes, turning into fierce determination.
"It seems you did not reach my throne for nothing, i concede i underestimated all of you.
Very well, i will acknowledge your strength and respond accordingly by recognising you as a threat."
The throne room around them began to rumble, the very air becoming saturated with an suffocating dread of imminent death... Nameless God, the most powerful being walking the earth was becoming serious.
"Firm your guard, steel your resolve, do not lose focus, for in the instant you do... You will die." Were his ominous words
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"Now, my adversaries; Extol at the true power of a God!"
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