Nameless King

The Invader gave the Demon complete freedom of action. The Demon used all of his power, it was a disaster for the monks. The Demon was killing them and would not stop. Only an hour later, when no one was left alive inside the dome, Demon could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Finally... I did it..." Demon muttered as he looked at Head Monk's corpse.

"How does it feel? Isn't it wonderful to finally let your hatred get out?" Invader calmly asked.

"Yeah, it feels great. Honestly, I was a little afraid the hatred would consume me. I've heard a lot about that." The Demon collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

"This nonsense was invented by those who didn't have enough power to get revenge. In fact, if you didn't get your revenge, the hatred would slowly consume you since killing those monks was what you wanted. We cannot fully resist our desire, for that is what sets us apart." Invader snapped his finger.

The spatial dome disappeared, and Invader approached Demon, though calling him that was no longer correct.

"I see you've finally calmed down." Invader pointed at his new friend's armor.

The dark armor was melting like it was under a very hot fire. His hair gradually turned white with a few black curls. His eyes turned blue like the ocean, and there was no longer a menacing aura emanating from him.

"Who are you? Why did you come here? Why did you decide to help me?"

"Well... it's just a coincidence. I noticed your aura and couldn't get past it. Your aura was so violent, so hateful, I've never seen anything like it, but you're okay now, right?"

"Yeah... I guess so..."

"I like your spirit. Let's be friends." Invader held out his hand.

The man hesitated for a while, but shook his hand nonetheless.

"Good."

"You know, I give a nickname to every friend I meet under unusual circumstances. Yours will be - Restored Equilibrium, no objections accepted." Invader said with a smile on his face.

"I wasn't going to." He shook his head, "It's a great nickname with a brutal and beautiful history."

Crackle.

Space shattered into tiny shards.

"Shit, I've got to get closer!"

Wain tried to run up to them, but it was too late. The world disappeared, and Wain returned to reality.

The Code of Light and Darkness was still standing next to him.

"Was that you?" Wain asked, puzzled.

"Yes." Code of Light and Darkness nodded weakly, "Now we can connect with you, so we had to show you this."

"We?"

"Of course, I was only the first, but I think you need some time to think about what happened." Code of Light and Darkness nodded as he fumed.

'Am I about to see the memories of the others? But, who was that mysterious man?' Wain pondered.

Suddenly an information window appeared before Wain.

[You opened the nickname of the first form, Code of Light and Darkness.]

[Recall gave you new power and opened the second appearance of the first form, Restored Equilibrium. You can use it at any time.]

[Restored Equilibrium.

This is the source of the memory of the release of hatred and a new amazing encounter. When you use this power, you will know the true power of darkness and the hidden, eerie side of light.]

Wain was puzzled, but a fire burned in his eyes. He wanted to use it right now.

'Second appearance? Doesn't that mean I just got another form? Wain inwardly exclaimed as his aura intensified.

Dark streams of energy burst out of the ground and completely covered him.

A black armor appeared on Wain, his hair became longer, and his eyes turned red. Above Wain was a white silhouette, a bloodthirsty aura emanating from it.

'Code of Light and Darkness used it to attack, but something tells me that light has other functions.' Wain thought as he thrust his arm forward.

The silhouette trembled and turned into a sword. The energy on the sword vibrated like a laser sword.

Wain took several swings. Several blades hovered in the air, vibrations emanating from them.

"Not bad." Wain nodded as he canceled the first form.

"I understand that you're curious, but isn't it time to move on...?" An eerie voice came from behind Wain.

Wain didn't even turn around. He knew from the intense cold that the Cursed Swordsman had decided to talk to him.

"I guess you're the second one, right?"

"Yes... isn't it obvious...?"

"Go ahead. Somehow I feel that your story will be the most unusual of all." Wain nodded.

"Well... You're wrong. It will be a disappointment."

The Cursed Swordsman put his hand on Wain's shoulder, and they both turned to ice. Wain momentarily lost consciousness as he entered the memory.

...

'Well, at least it doesn't smell like blood in here.' Wain looked around.

​ There was a large wooden gate beside him; it was the entrance to a village, deep in the woods, near the mountains.

There was a dark veil in the distance, Wain could not see everything but only what was part of the memories.

'This memory seems to be calm, unlike the previous one.'

'This memory seems to be calm, unlike the previous one, but what am I waiting for?'

Several guards stood near the gate, but nothing significant was happening.

Only after a while did Wain finally see a change. A tall man in a wide tattered cloak approached the gate. Chains restrained his left arm, it looked terrifying with his eerie aura.

"Hey, that's the swordsman." The guard whispered.

"Yes, he did come after all. Looks like the head of the village knows what he's doing after all. Maybe all may not be lost yet."

The guards were talking quietly among themselves, they didn't want the swordsman to hear them, but he had a very keen hearing.

"You are too loud. Haven't you been taught how to stand guard?" The swordsman said rudely as he approached them.

"Excuse me sir!" The sentinel shuddered.

"Sir, what is the purpose of your visit?" Another guard asked.