Nameless King

Unlike the other Pillars, Ashen had only two paths, either flame or ash. The vast majority chose the fire path. It was natural since all Ashen are born with the ability to control white flames.

However, some Ashen disagreed with this. They felt that the path of fire distanced them from the essence of their race. They were Ashen and had to renounce the flame and follow the path of ashes. Forgotten was one of these.

Attitudes toward the likes of Forgotten among the Ashens were twofold. Some considered them true masters and those who were not afraid to take the most difficult and thorny path, while others considered them heretics and were prejudiced.

Forgotten understood the purpose and decided to deal with many enemies at once. The ash particles emanating from his sword headed towards his enemies and left precise cuts on their bodies like sharp petals. Forgotten aimed for the throat, for it was the most vulnerable place.

The men had only two choices. Either cast their weapons aside and press the bleeding wound on their throats or die from the bleeding. Obviously, a hundred out of a hundred chose the first option, and thus a few dozen people immediately admitted defeat.

"Not bad, Forgotten, you're Ashen, right?" Gisle asked.

"Oh, you know about the Pillars?"

"Yes, Wain told me about it. At first, I couldn't believe it, but eventually, I had to admit that it was real."

"Huh, I experience the same thing. You're all humans, though you're a little different. I'm a little puzzled, but I guess it's okay that your situation is so mysterious." Forgotten uttered and turned into a white flash. He continued to disarm his enemies and bring Last Light closer to victory.

Wain had gotten to Eva by this time. He appeared before her and stopped her fist with his palm.

"Who are you?" Eva said rudely, but when she realized that Wain was in front of her, her cheeks flushed, and her punch eased, "Oh, Wain, you're back already."

"Yes." Wain smiled and kissed her.

"Eva, I'm glad you're so strong, but you shouldn't kill them if possible. We need them alive. It's important for the development of Last Light."

"Of course..." Eva muttered quietly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA!" Suddenly a man with a spear came running out of a cloud of dust to the left. He was about to attack Eva.

Whooooooosh.

Wain appeared in front of him and punched him in the face with his fist with all his might. The man's head could not withstand such an attack and exploded, flying in all directions.

"Wain, you said not to kill them!"

Wain turned around. He was calm, and his face was partially covered in blood.

"That rule doesn't apply to those who attack you."

Eva smiled, and her eyes changed. She walked over to Wain and licked the blood from his face.

...

An hour later, the battle was over. With the arrival of Wain and Forgotten, the situation changed dramatically. Forgotten did most of the work. His methods were effective and powerful. No one could resist him.

"Great, now it's time to get ready for the unknown." Gisle uttered and handed out instructions to his subordinates.

They had just over twelve hours, and that was enough time to establish authority on the island and prepare for any situation.

Wain secluded himself with Eva, and Forgotten was left alone. He wanted to return to Wain's Void but found no spatial rifts on this island. It was strange, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Forgotten decided to head for the mountains. He liked sublime places with a unique and unique aura. He felt a peacefulness similar to what he felt when he was on the clouds in the Purgatory zone.

There he met Agnes. There was some connection between them, for she was an observer of that Purgatory zone and had remained there for many years.

Agnes was another human that Forgotten was familiar with, but he always thought of her as just an observer. She was forcibly moved to the Purgatory zone by a spatial storm and given special powers in the zone.

She was somewhat similar to Sven then, though their capabilities and power levels were seriously different.

"You're the one who..." Agnes muttered, opening her eyes. She sensed Forgotten's presence and stopped meditating.

Agnes did not participate in the recent battle. She refused as she did not want to go down the mountain. She wanted to spend as much time here as possible before the island changed.

"Yes, it's been quite a while since we first met. Your love of solitude hasn't gone anywhere. Sometimes I think you should have been born as an Axalt."

"That goes for you, too. Isn't Ashen a flashy race? You are different from most."

"It's normal for those who chose ashen over a flame. One side is an unbridled zeal for battle, and the other for calm and peace like water." Forgotten muttered, looking up at the clouds slowly drifting across the sky.

...

"Isabella, are you all right?" Teresa asked, approaching her friend.

"Yes, of course."

"Don't lie. After Eva showed up, you've been acting strange, and even a blind man would notice that." Teresa said confidently. She was worried about Isabella. They had gotten to know each other pretty well lately.

"Leave me alone. I need to think. That Eva, she's kind of weird. Where did Wain find her?"

"Huh, so you're jealous." Teresa said smiling.

"No, not really, or rather I can't decide who I'm jealous of..." Isabella muttered uncertainly.

Teresa had never seen her like that. She looked like a girl who couldn't make sense of her feelings.

"Oh, it looks like the situation is a lot more complicated than I imagined."

...

The main group gathered together an hour before the deadline around the campfire. Gisle had done his best to prepare the organization for any outcome. All they had to do was wait and hope for the best.

It was a deep night and a bright blue moon brightly illuminated the ground.

"Wain, you still have cigarettes, don't you?" Gisle asked.

"Sure, but do you smoke?"

"No, but I need to take it easy tonight somehow. I don't know about you, but my heart beats eerily. I'm afraid of the unknown, especially when it comes from the energy that started the apocalypse."

Wain nodded and handed a white cigarette to Gisle and held a lighter.

Gisle let out a white cloud of smoke and felt himself becoming lighter. These cigarettes had a special tonic effect.

For the next hour, everyone was silent. They waited for the beginning, and when the last second passed, they immediately felt a change.

Tremble.

The island shook, and there were many vibrations in the sky. The island and several large cities and islands in the distance flew upward and soared through the air.

Everyone was shocked. No one understood what was happening.

Crackling.

The sky shattered into many pieces, and the whole world disappeared as if it had never existed except for the soaring continents.

In the distance, a similar picture was visible referring to other spaces.

Then all saw one message.

[The merging of the Worlds had begun.]