THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 844 Ashes That Challenged Eternity (1)

"Burn… ignite… let the raging flames guide you."

Pain, rage, sorrow, and grief…

these emotions ignited within Nameless' chest like a wildfire that had escaped from the deepest pits of hell. Even he, the great Nameless, could not suppress them any longer.

So, he let everything out.

A roar tore from his lungs... a savage war cry that echoed across the universe itself, a scream so violent it deafened all who could hear it. It was tragic, terrifying… a cry born from the very depths of a warrior who had endured too much.

Raising his hand high, his blade shattered and vanished entirely.

In its place, a violent eruption of violet flames and abyssal aura burst forth from within him, swallowing the space around Agaroth whole. A burning dark star… a blackened sun of overwhelming power, unlike anything ever witnessed before.

Agaroth stared, eyes wide—

—and then blood burst from them.

The King's eye wept, unable to endure even the sight of that power… let alone withstand it.

'Neither the King's Eye… nor the Eye of Fate… can erase this…'

With his face drenched in blood, Agaroth finally understood the magnitude of the catastrophe before him.

The sheer force made his body tremble—

his heart, silent for countless ages, beat once more.

Fear. Unease.

For the first time… death felt close.

Darkness surged like a flood from within the Demon King as he released his full power.

Nameless closed in, intent on unleashing everything upon him...

and for the first time, the King had no choice but to respond.

Aura flooded outward, space itself trembled, and the tides of darkness clashed against the burning violet star.

But they did not last even a second.

Agaroth's aura shattered instantly...

he lost the first collision in less than a heartbeat.

The King gathered himself, attempting to unleash one of his greatest techniques—

the Purifier, the very attack that had once defeated Nameless.

But he stopped.

The moment he felt the overwhelming scale of that power filling the space around him…

something froze him in place.

"Even if I unleash the Purifier… it won't withstand this."

The realization struck like lightning.

For the first time, Agaroth hesitated—unable to comprehend the nature of the power before him.

In mere seconds, he was pushed to the brink,

and none of his countless abilities were enough to save him from the approaching tide.

His mind raced faster than any being alive,

time itself distorting within his perception.

Though only a single second passed in reality,

an eternity unfolded within his thoughts.

He analyzed. Calculated. Searched.

And then—

He understood.

"This isn't Nameless' aura… this isn't aura at all…"

He stared at it, unmoving.

He did not know when… or how…

but Nameless had touched a power that should not exist within this world.

A power that had always slept within Frey—

a force Frey himself could never draw upon, no matter how hard he tried.

And yet… somehow…

Frey had changed that.

He had given Nameless access to it.

Focusing his senses completely, Agaroth grasped the truth.

"It's incomplete… a fusion of aura… and something else entirely."

Because it was his first time wielding it, Nameless could not fully manifest that power. What he released was a mixture...

that unknown force, intertwined with all the aura he possessed.

Realizing everything, the corners of Agaroth's lips curled into a bloody, terrifying smile as he pulled all his aura back into his body.

"To counter such a force… I have no choice but to answer with the same kind of power."

His body trembled. His fist clenched. His heart thundered louder than ever before.

"The very power that created me… and granted me existence!!"

The abyss within the King answered.

The devouring monster revealed its true nature, attempting to swallow everything before it in response to Nameless' attack.

Agaroth roared as well...

a blood-soaked war cry that matched Nameless' own in weight and fury.

They lunged at one another.

Both unleashed everything—

both aimed to end the other.

The time for games had ended.

This was no longer a one-sided battle...

it had become a true clash, equal in force.

A battle to the death.

Frey's soul burned—

—and with it, an entire world.

A raging inferno that flooded Nameless with unimaginable power. Pain and suffering endured by both… for the sake of this final strike.

And The forces collided.

Nameless closed his eyes, releasing both his flame and Frey's upon Agaroth, drowning everything in darkness.

A darkness that lasted only an instant...

before everything turned white.

All fell into the void.

An endless emptiness. A bottomless abyss.

A blank, silent canvas.

Frey fell into it—burning, fading...

and Nameless followed.

The masked warrior reached out.

He struggled. Reached again. Refused to let go—until at last, he caught him.

He was held tightly, a grip born of fear—fear of loss, fear of him slipping away.

An effort was made to bring him back.

Yet, it proved impossible.

Thus, surrender became the choice—

Nameless decided to plunge with him.

Together…

into the profoundest abyss of existence.

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— From Frey Starlight's Perspective —

The boundaries of life present a daunting spectacle.

No matter how much progress I make, an imposing barrier invariably materializes, obstructing my advance, bringing me to a standstill. At times, surmounting these obstacles demands an agonizing struggle… more frequently, however, I falter, left stranded, incapable of moving forward.

And invariably, upon conquering one challenge, a more formidable, more severe one emerges in its wake.

There were moments when the urge to avert my gaze, to turn away, was overwhelming… daunted by the unknown ahead. The prospect of continuing filled me with dread.

Yet, with a curious twist of fate…

My eyes would re-open.

Time and again, the decision was made to press onward—despite the pervasive fear, despite the gnawing helplessness.

This pattern repeated so often it began to feel unending… like a cycle devoid of resolution.

But this particular instance was distinctly different.

This time… it felt undeniably final.

When the presence of the Demon King became manifest before me…

radiating an overwhelming aura of power and absolute dominion…

Certainty dawned.

This was the conclusion.

And resistance felt… unnecessary.

The prospect of demise held no fear.

For a deep conviction settled within: what was left behind would endure.

The path had been irrevocably forged…

and no force in this immense cosmos possessed the power to unmake it.

Thus, with a sense of profound tranquility…

I relinquished consciousness.

And allowed myself to be carried away.

The sensation was one of searing heat.

It felt akin to being engulfed by infernos far surpassing molten magma… my breath stolen by smoke denser than any clinging fog.

Agony permeated the experience.

Yet, within that very anguish… solace was discovered.

Because it mirrored the suffering endured by Danzo and Clana.

A connection to them was felt.

And acceptance followed… as a fitting recompense.

In that acceptance, peace was found.

And a significant chapter of my odyssey was brought to its close—

an odyssey where the ordinary was conspicuously absent.

But then…

The fiery torment subsided.

The oppressive smoke dissipated.

And a chilling sensation enveloped my form… liberating me from an ordeal I had been prepared to face eternally.

And once more…

My eyes, which had been closed, fluttered open.

And the narrative… resumed.

Upon awakening… Nameless stood before me.

We confronted each other amidst the encroaching darkness, our gazes, identical in hue, reflected in each other, much like mirrors of amethyst—

as though designed to serve as a stark reminder of our true essence.

A smile touched my lips as I addressed my cloaked companion…

inclining my head slightly.

"Shall we proceed?"

Nameless offered a solemn nod.

And together, we ventured forth…

deeper into the enveloping gloom and the ethereal mist that veiled it.

"How did it unfold?" I inquired, a note of curiosity coloring my tone.

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"The might of my blazing soul…"

Nameless responded, a subtle undertone of wonder resonating in his voice.

"It was… astonishing. Beyond any spectacle I have witnessed before."

"And the Demon King… what was his reaction upon witnessing it?"

Nameless inclined his head slightly before offering his reply.

"He appeared apprehensive… unsettled… and captivated… all simultaneously."

"I perceive… so my soul truly possesses such extraordinary qualities."

He affirmed with a nod.

Our onward journey continued.

The darkness intensified with each advancing step—

growing denser, more suffocating.

After a prolonged period of silence…

the question that had preoccupied my thoughts above all others surfaced.

"Why… did you halt the conflagration?"

I shifted my posture slightly, turning towards the warrior shrouded in mystery at my side.

His response was not immediate.

Instead, his gaze ascended into the boundless dark—

as if seeking something within its depths.

Then, he spoke.

"I did not."

That response sent a jolt of surprise through me.

"What do you imply?"

My soul was destined to be utterly consumed—

eradicated down to the last vestiges of my existence.

Such was the intended outcome.

Yet, the process had been arrested.

And here I stood… my senses reawakening.