Nameless King

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

"What's going on...?" Wain muttered while climbing to the last stage of the shining tree.

Suddenly everything trembled, he had to lean against the wall to keep from falling due to the powerful shaking as if a violent earthquake had begun.

"Someone is fighting again and it looks like their battle is coming to an end." Gladius said in a serious voice.

'Progenitors and Transcendence Stage, right?' Wain said inwardly as he looked up and spoke, 'Let's go. We can't linger here any longer, we have to get stronger as fast as we can!

'The right choice.' Abyss Artist suddenly said in a sly manner, 'If you now face someone with that kind of power, you could die even from a simple shockwave.'

Wain said nothing, he just sprinted up the stairs and in a few seconds reached the top. Here was the last shard of Gladius.

...

Shining Island was in the midst of a collision between the star's energy and the massive blood-dark wedge from Ezrin's sword. Their collision caused shockwaves that completely dispersed the clouds and even pushed the small islands back several meters.

Energetic sparks flew off to the sides, destroying space, but everyone's eyes were fixed on one point, as it all depended on whose attack would be stronger.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Blood streams erupted from the dark blade as suddenly the bright starlight began to fade, getting smaller and smaller as though the sword extinguished it with its nearly infinite energy.

"No... That's impossible... That can't be!" Amitiel exclaimed with his eyes wide open as for the first time in hundreds of years there was despair and fear in his eyes.

Tremble.

The energy of the blade compressed, triggering an explosion that completely destroyed the flow of the star. Every particle of light left behind was burned by the dark flames, wisps of which slowly fell to the ground as if black snow.

Whoooooooosh.

Suddenly Ezrin's silhouette blurred as he turned into a dark flash, instantly appearing in front of the bewildered Amitiel. The most powerful attacks had already been made, but the fight had to be brought to an end.

"Amitiel, this is the end. Since you didn't tell me where to bury you, your grave will be right here!" Ezrin exclaimed with a deadly ice-cold look before swinging his sword one last time.

Crackle.

The sword came down upon Amitiel, and the blade plunged deep into his shoulder, cutting through flesh and blood right to his heart, slicing it in two. Streams of light blood flowed from Amitiel's mouth as the energy of darkness quickly seeped into his body, destroying it from within.

Crackling.

Suddenly a crack appeared beneath their feet and the ground trembled. The cracks grew rapidly as the huge shining island was split in two in an instant as if someone had taken it and cut it open.

Hundreds of lakes and rivers began to flow down like waterfalls while the golden trees gradually disappeared into the void.

Bam.

Amitiel with a blank stare fell as if the emptiness should have swallowed him, but Ezrin caught him and laid him on the ground, beside himself.

"Am I really dying... right...?" Amitiel muttered quietly while his gaze rapidly dimmed.

Ezrin led the way beside him, sighed like a warrior after a hard battle, and said, "Yes, this is actually happening. Don't worry, I will create a better world for the Angels, we will not repeat your mistakes."

Amitiel smiled slightly and whispered, "Which Title will you take...?"

Ezrin answered immediately as he had long known the answer to that question, "Ezrin, The Tarnishing Star."

"Hahaha, good choice..." Amitiel chuckled and touched Ezrin.

Whoooooooooosh.

Dense energy headed toward Ezrin as Amitiel handed him whatever he had left. Though they used different attributes this energy suited Ezrin perfectly as his wounded white wing instantly healed and shone brightly.

Hundreds of golden flashes of light erupted from the wing and headed toward the borders of the island, binding it with threads and slowly restoring it.

Tap.

Amitiel's hand fell and his eyes closed, forever.

"Damn, that was a great fight. I can't even believe it actually happened..."  Alucard muttered with a dazed look.

There was silence for a while, as each Angel's mind was in complete chaos. They couldn't imagine something like this happening one day, but here they are now, right here.

"Well, looks like there's nothing else for us to do here. Let's stay out of their way, Krakos let's go, the Angels have to decide what happens next." Alucard said before turning around and heading for the exit from Angels territory as a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Agreed. Alia, let's go. We can meet the new Angel Progenitor in a little while when things are back to normal." Gael uttered with a calm look as he waved his hand.

Bam.

The ash columns around the Angels' territory scattered and disappeared as well as Alucard's bloody seals.

Ezrin glanced at them once with a complicated look, then stood up, looked at the Angels, and muttered inwardly, 'Well, well, I finally did what I wanted. I guess I should feel happy since I've done the nearly impossible, but what's this strange sense inside...? Why do I feel as if our battle wasn't the most important thing in the world?'

'Okay, it doesn't matter now. I have a lot of work ahead of me.' Ezrin shook his head, realizing what an important position he now holds and how many others have hopes for him.

Tremble.

Suddenly a strange shiver went through the bodies of the three men as their hearts clenched tightly. It was caused by a surge of energy, very powerful, but not yet fully revealed. Only Alucard, Gael, and Ezrin could feel such unique vibrations.

"My Lord, are you thinking of something?" Krakos asked with a worried look.

Alucard came to his senses only after a while, he smirked and looking at Gael said, "My friend, it seems we must hurry or we risk missing all the fun.

At this time, energy bursts were constantly occurring around the shining tree which increased their power at an enormous rate.