The Nameless King walked forward, his steps slow and steady, aware of the thick scent surrounding him. Beneath his feet, the ground no longer felt natural—it was slick, ruined by what remained of the village.

He glanced down.

What had once been a peaceful place was now nothing more than the aftermath of destruction.

A sudden disturbance reached his senses.

Without hesitation, he swung his bone sword.

Something unseen shattered, a faint green glow dispersing into the air like mist.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at his blade—then at the elf standing before him.

Strange… I felt the wind strike me. So that was it.

The elf stared back in disbelief.

H-how…? How did he cut magic with a sword made of bones? That should be impossible.

The Nameless King did not linger.

His sword moved again—clean, decisive.

He continued walking, leaving behind the sound of a collapsing structure.

Direction did not matter. Purpose did not matter.

He had destroyed a village.

The King of Death had never specified how many settlements were required within those two weeks.

Above him, the sky darkened. Daylight faded behind heavy clouds.

Then—noise.

He turned his head.

Horses?

No.

Elves riding them.

Drawing his sword, the Nameless King launched himself forward.

A thunderous impact echoed across the land as the ground beneath him was forced back. His elbow rose to cover his mouth, his eyes burning with intent.

One swing.

Half of the force vanished.

With a single strike, nearly a hundred soldiers were erased from the battlefield.

The green grass was no longer untouched.

The Nameless King felt exhilaration rise within him.

A village destroyed. An army shattered.

To him, it was… beautiful.

At the rear of the formation stood a single figure.

The Baron.

Watching the aftermath, his already cold expression hardened further—mixed now with shock at the overwhelming power of a giant.

He dismounted.

“All of you—go,” the elf commanded, his sharp gaze fixed on the Nameless King.

The soldiers nodded.

“Yes! Baron Kotei!”

They advanced toward the village behind the giant.

Seeing them approach, a twisted smile spread across the Nameless King’s blood-stained face.

Yes… come. I will bring death to all of you. You insignificant beings.

The clouds above parted briefly.

A beam of yellow light descended from the sky, cutting through the darkness at incredible speed.

The Nameless King raised his bone sword to block.

Fragments chipped away from the blade.

He gritted his teeth—excited.

The impact shook his clothes violently, golden light illuminating his body. Turning his gaze aside, he noticed the battalion rushing past him.

He smiled.

You will all… die.

With a sharp motion, he redirected the beam toward the elven army.

Baron Kotei’s face drained of color.

Cold sweat ran down his skin as he watched his own magic tear through his forces.

Damn it.

Grabbing his weapon, he mounted his horse and charged straight toward the Nameless King.

The wind whipped his cape as he stared directly into the giant’s eyes.

“Giiiaaant!” Kotei roared, the cry of a commander who had lost everything.

Golden light surged around him.

The Nameless King raised his bone sword, preparing his strike.

The blade descended toward the elf.

You will die now… giant.

Just as the sword was about to reach him—

A flash of yellow light struck like lightning.

The blow was repelled, forcing the Nameless King’s arms upward against his will.

“Huh?!”

His body lifted from the ground.

A blinding radiance filled his vision as Baron Kotei unleashed divine light.

“May the Goddess of Life have mercy on you… giant.”

Something twisted violently in the Nameless King’s abdomen.

With each passing second, the sensation grew stronger.

His body reacted before his mind could.

His vision blurred.

He fell.

The ground trembled upon impact.