Fate: Nameless Hero

Tiamat, one of the Seven Evils of Humanity, bearer of the principle of [Return] as the Second Beast.

She is also the Mother Goddess of Creation in Mesopotamia, who single-handedly created the gods and all things in the world.

In the previous Singularity, she was banished to the Imaginary Number Space through the combined efforts of Nameless, the King of Heroes, and the gods.

The God of War was absolutely certain that during the [NegaGenesis] sequence, Nameless's conversation with her had been nothing but sweet talk—an act to placate and win over Tiamat, who had always loved humanity.

And sure enough, in the end, Nameless stood her up. He never went to the Imaginary Number Space to accompany her.

If it were him, he would have done the same!

The Imaginary Number Space—something even a god like him could hardly endure—how could Nameless possibly bear it?

By comparison—

What the God of War cared about more was the final preview: "So, the next video is about the Olympian gods?"

In the Council of Gods, discussions had already begun in response to the preview.

The source of these modern Gods came from excavating the remains of the Olympian gods' machine bodies.

Twelve machine gods body, corresponding to the Twelve Olympian Gods.

And he had obtained the [God of War · Ares] mech, granting him the divine authority of war, slaughter, and battle.

It was a small pity that the divine authority of [Victory] had been taken by Athena, leaving him unable to ensure guaranteed triumph.

"But it's enough. To deal with a crippled Heroic Spirit, it's more than enough!" The God of War's grin widened.

Alaya's repeated video releases had long made him itch to crush Nameless beneath his heel.

Ding-dong~

The Goddess of Wisdom Athena sent a message through the wrist device: "After the next video, changes may occur. Secure the three target individuals as soon as possible."

"OK!"

The God of War gave his word without hesitation.

From the preview, there was a ninety-nine percent chance the next video would involve the Olympian gods.

Judging by Nameless's prior attitude toward the gods, there were naturally two possible approaches—

One was to sever the connection between gods and humans, driving the gods away.

The other was to win them over, turning them into allies.

In Greek mythology, those gods were a wild and unrestrained lot, treating humanity as they pleased.

Which meant there was a high probability Nameless would choose the path of expelling—or even slaughtering—the gods.

Velber 02 had already dealt a heavy blow to the gods, providing the perfect opportunity to bring the Age of Gods to an end!

And yet—

In Absolute Demonic Front, Nameless had managed to charm the Beast Goddess, the Queen of the Underworld, and other deities. No one could say for certain whether he might take the second path again.

If Nameless did win over some of the Greek gods, it could easily trigger all sorts of unpredictable changes.

But perhaps that was even better!

The God of War only needed to capture Nameless and hand him over to the Council of Gods to be placed on the operating table—as the perfect test subject.

From him, they could unravel the secrets of the gods, paving the way to become true Olympian deities themselves!

"Previously, I hired Hassan of the Hundred Faces to capture Illya. Most likely that fox and the Heroic Spirits will be giving her special protection."

The God of War was no fool—he decided to change his target to lure out Nameless.

"The best choice, naturally, is the one you saved—Miyu!"

Standing atop a lamppost, the God of War looked toward the distant estate on the outskirts.

In The Oath Beneath the Snow, Nameless had donned the Steel-Willed Savior, fighting seven battles in one night, sweeping through the entire Holy Grail War just to save his little sister, Miyu.

The bond between them was one that not even the Sword of Rupture could sever—a bond that had moved countless people.

That little girl was his greatest reverse scale.

"I'll show you—before a god, you'll have no choice but to cry in despair: 'I can't do anything!'"

In a flash, the God of War's figure vanished from the lamppost.

The hunt had begun.

…

In Academy City—

Tamamo-no-Mae casually watched the preview at the end of the video, frowning slightly. "So, Nameless is going to be seducing the Olympian gods next?"

The next episode's preview pointed clearly toward the Age of Gods.

And with the images of Tiamat in the Imaginary Number Space, it was clearly leading toward the Twelve Olympian Gods.

Greek mythology was far more well-known than Sumerian mythology—

Games, films, and anime had spread it across the entire world.

"That's not certain," Merry shook her head, the corners of her mouth curling. "But what is certain is that the Council of Gods definitely won't be sitting still—they'll want to make a move in advance."

"Oh, moving in advance? Makes sense—they did take the Olympian gods' relics."

Tamamo-no-Mae nodded in agreement.

A group of mortals had stolen the shed remnants of the gods, each one dreaming of replacing them to become true deities.

However—

The things of the gods were not so easily taken.

Tamamo-no-Mae's eyes narrowed in doubt. "So how exactly did the Council of Gods obtain the Twelve Olympian relics?"

"It's probably due to some hidden existence on Earth—even my Clairvoyance can't see through it." Merry's smile faded, her expression turning grave.

The Earth might look like an ordinary planet, but it harbored terrifying beings.

As the preview hinted, some fourteen thousand years ago, an alien visitor—Velber 02—had pierced through various local Ages of Gods.

Sumerian, Greek, and even British pantheons had all suffered heavy blows, beginning their decline.

That alien existence, named Velber 02 by Alaya, was—

[Sefar]

-(Sefar is also known as Attila the Hun in the Fate series. Her "Attila" form is a humanized manifestation created by the Moon Cell to interact with her data.

As Velber 02's White Titan form, she is a machine lifeform designed to destroy divine civilizations by draining their magical energy.

Her sword, Photon Ray, is actually the anti-divinity weapon that eradicated countless gods, leading to the collapse of multiple pantheons and paving the way for the Age of Man.

Source: Trust wiki as I know little about Fate/Extella.)-

Though struck down by the mysterious First Saint of the Sword, she had still left a contingency behind.

One that seemed to have begun awakening in Central Asia.

Earlier, the Council of Gods had tried to seize her remains, only to be repelled by a suddenly appearing Heroic Spirit, forcing them into a humiliating retreat.

That Hunnic King was none other than the one who once stormed the Roman Empire, hastening its collapse—the figure feared across Europe as "The Scourge of God."

Centuries earlier, the ancestors of the Huns—nomadic horsemen—had roamed the vast steppes of Central and Eastern Asia, forcing Shikotei to build the Great Wall in defense.

Driven westward over generations, these nomadic tribes migrated into Central Asia—

Only for them to bring disaster to all of Europe.

Only to later surge into Europe, where their king would carve its name into history as the dreaded Hunnic conqueror known as "The Scourge of God."

[Altera/Attila the Hun]

Now reborn as the Heroic Spirit Attila.

Coincidence?

Beyond her, there was still another alien presence slumbering in South America, as well as one sleeping on the Moon.

And even more terrifying existences she couldn't see through at all.

The so-called peaceful Earth was one wrong move away from becoming a nuclear wasteland.

Tamamo-no-Mae clicked her tongue softly. "Looks like I need to hurry and restore my Nine-Tailed form!"

Too many threats were lurking around—she had to reach her ultimate form quickly, grab Nameless, and run.

"…I hope you succeed."

Merry's lips twitched.

Truly a sly fox!

Once her nine tails were restored, she'd be counted among those disasters herself—

A bona fide threat on the level of a Beast of Humanity, easily capable of pummeling even her, a candidate for Grand Caster!

It seemed she'd have to be wary of this sly fox in the future.

Just then—

Merry's eyes gleamed. "Here he comes, here he comes! And he's bringing a gift!"

"Who?"

Tamamo-no-Mae blinked, startled.

Without Clairvoyance of her own, she always felt she had far less information than her, making it easy to be misled.

She'd have to be careful around this scheming bastard too!

"The God of War from the Council of Gods!"

Merry's smile grew even more amused.

Though among the three Grand Magi she was always mocked by Roman for having the most useless Clairvoyance—

Being able to see only the present meant she could see the entire Earth clearly.

Even the Council of Gods could only hide from her while in their home base. Once they left, there was no escaping her sight!

"Just to be clear, I'm not lifting a finger this time!" Tamamo-no-Mae couldn't help but stroke her fluffy tail.

After all, the First Emperor had chopped off one of her tails last time—nearly making her into a fox-fur coat to gift Nameless.

"No need to intervene, we'll just watch the show from the sidelines!"

Merry remembered Nameless's performance in the Singularities and shivered slightly.

That guy had learned King Hassan's Grand Assassin techniques—who knew if he could slice her down directly.

Best to let the God of War test things first.

Meanwhile—

The new extra episode had just been released—And the two little girls were lying on the bed watching the video.

"The Mother Goddess of Creation… what a gentle mother." Miyu sighed.

So gentle—gentle enough to be betrayed again and again, yet still unable to bring herself to strike back.

Otherwise, if she unleashed her full power, she could have easily wiped out the dream team her brother had so painstakingly built!

"That's right. In her eyes, humanity are all her children."

Illya nodded in agreement.

Now that was the perfect mother—so much better than her own unreliable one.

She suddenly remembered yesterday when her mother, Irisviel, had taken her out driving.

The woman's driving skills were atrocious, yet she insisted on speeding, nearly causing an accident!

Then when they returned in the evening, trying to make up for it, she cooked…

Well, Illya didn't want to recall that.

That kind of dark cooking—was it even meant for humans? I swear that's what they feed to orcs! No! Even orcs would not it that food even if they're starving!

Compared to Sanjiro's cooking, it was worse than pig slop.

Her mom was truly a biological parent who only brought trouble to her child!

Illya was starting to understand more and more why her friend Kirina always called Sanjiro a "housewife."

It really was the perfect description.

She was growing more jealous too—her friend got to enjoy his delicious, lovingly cooked meals every day.

Damn it—someday, I'll be your mom!

The video reached its end.

Miyu stared at the preview in a daze. "The next video looks like it's set in the Greek Age of Gods. Just as you thought!"

"Nameless definitely knows Heracles!"

Illya nodded firmly.

She remembered how, when she asked him to protect her and Nameless, he had agreed without hesitation, like a doting father.

He clearly knew Nameless.

"Once the next video comes out, we'll see how big brother performs in the Greek Age of Gods." Miyu felt a little anxious.

Those were the true Olympian gods—

All twelve Olympian deities, plus a dozen of the previous generation, along with countless other fierce existences.

Even though she trusted her brother's strength, she couldn't help but worry.

"You'd be better off worrying about whether he'll be… completely devoured by those gods…"

Illya couldn't help but pout.

In Absolute Demonic Front, Nameless had fully displayed his rank EX charm—Even the Serpent Goddess, a chief deity, hadn't hesitated to propose to him!

Even the Beast of Humanity, Tiamat, had been won over by him.

Switch that to the far more debauched Olympian gods—and who knew how many children might show up!

"Eh, you're right!"

Miyu's worry deepened.

Her brother wouldn't really be defiled by those gods, would he?

At that moment—

Illya's expression turned deadly serious.

"Not good—someone's coming!"

Just like when she had been attacked before, the same situation unfolded—The surrounding magical defenses were instantly erased, even phone signals were jammed.

No—this time was even worse.

The entire estate was sealed off by space itself, making contact with the outside world impossible!

A towering, muscular figure appeared before the two of them.

His body seemed forged of steel, gleaming with cold metallic light.

The man extended his hand with polite courtesy. "Good evening, young ladies. I am the God of War. Please, come with me."

The overwhelming divine pressure crashed down.

The two girls could barely even stand—just remaining upright felt like a luxury, their entire bodies trembling uncontrollably.

The pressure of a god—genuine divine authority—was infinitely greater than that of any Heroic Spirit, enough to make countless beings collapse to their knees.

"Don't come any closer!"

Illya instantly shielded Miyu behind her, raising her arm to reveal the Command Seals on her wrist.

"Oh? You can summon Heracles now?" The God of War's smile widened at the sight of the Command Seals.

An unexpected windfall.

According to the Council of Gods' previous analysis, Illya should have needed to pay with her life to summon him—

Which would have made her nothing more than a one-time disposable tool.

But now, the God of War could clearly see that the majority of the power fueling the Command Seals was coming from the other side's Heracles, allowing her to summon him repeatedly.

That meant the Council could use Illya to completely dissect Heracles, unlocking the secrets to forge a new god-tier combat unit.

Illya didn't hesitate. "Berserker—save me!"

"I'll provide the mana!"

Miyu grabbed her hand, pouring mana into her frantically.

Thanks to Alaya's earlier exposure of certain videos, Illya had regained the right to summon Heracles—

And with it, she had begun nurturing a new Holy Grail core within her, brimming with mana.

More than enough to sustain him!

Vmmm—

A massive summoning circle erupted beneath their feet—The ancient aura of the Greek Age of Gods swept outward wildly.

A towering, overwhelmingly muscular figure began to manifest, releasing his aura freely.

However—

The God of War merely smiled. "Heracles—why waste your strength protecting mere humans? Why not consider working with us?"

"—Die!"

If you dare threaten Illya—then perish first!

"If this were the Greek Age of Gods, you might pose me some threat. But unfortunately, this is the modern era!" The God of War mocked openly.

Vmmm—

The surrounding area—prepared long before—activated at once.

Space was completely sealed off.

A field akin to a Reality Marble spread outward—

The True God Domain painstakingly developed by the Council of Gods after extensive research.

[Where I stand… is the earthly kingdom of the gods.]

The God of War clenched his fist. "I declare—your descent is revoked!"

Boom!

The Heracles that had been summoned via Command Seal was instantly repelled by the space itself—

Mana consumption surged wildly.

Illya and Miyu both turned pale as paper, unable to bear the strain.

In these circumstances, Heracles loosed an arrow through the summoning channel. "Damn you—don't let me descend!"

Fwshhh!

At the last moment before the channel closed, the arrow shrieked toward the God of War.

But he sneered. "Useless. A suppressed Heracles—how could you possibly threaten me?"

He casually swung his weapon to knock it aside—

Only to be stunned when the arrow, brimming with a terrifying force, smashed through his guard and pierced his chest!

The lethal poison of the fearsome Hydra spread rapidly through his body.

The God of War's expression flickered in mild surprise before he shook his head.

"You're indeed strong. But unfortunately for you, I long ago remade my body in steel—your poison has no effect on me!"

A mechanical body—poison could only harm flesh.

Still, the non-madness-enhanced Heracles was truly a god-tier combatant, worth any price the Council would pay to subdue.

Vmmm—

The summoning channel was forcefully closed by the God of War.

He looked at the two girls with leisurely confidence. "Don't worry—I won't harm you. I still need you to lure out Nameless."

That man walking the path of human history, burdened with endless secrets—he was worth more than even Heracles.

"You dare trespass into another ones territory? Are you not afraid of sparking a war between our Empire?" Illya asked coldly.

"War? I am the God of War!"

He laughed even harder.

Who dares sue the magistrate in his own court?

As the God of War, he'd been itching for the two nations to go to war—marching into that Palace to slay the First Emperor!

That piece of shit emperor had provoked them for far too long.

The God of War's smile turned cruel as he looked at the girls. "It seems to lure Nameless out, I'll need to hurt you first. Choose—which one of you will lose an arm?"

Time was short—

Stay too long and the other party would notice.

Once hundreds of Heroic Spirits arrived, they could easily overpower or even destroy him.

He needed to end this quickly.

"Don't bother. Even if you kill me, I won't call for my brother!" Miyu's voice was icy.

The enemy's deployment of top-tier United States weaponry made it clear—they'd built a trap specifically for her brother.

If he came, he'd be dragged into their snare and fall into grave danger.

"Then it'll be your arm first!"

The God of War stepped forward.

Two genius magi—in the presence of a god—were nothing more than fish on a chopping board, powerless to resist.

Fwshhh!

Just then—another arrow streaked from behind.

The God of War turned, easily deflecting it.

Then—

He grinned savagely. "Nameless—you came after all!"

"A false god. If you've got a problem with me, then face me directly!" His killing intent surged.

The Council of Gods was nothing more than a cabal of traitors siding with alien invaders. He'd intended to settle the score after regaining his strength—but they'd come knocking first.

"Brother, don't come! It's a trap for you!" Miyu shouted urgently.

"Don't worry—I've got this."

Nameless nodded calmly.

The enemy's divine aura was a clear challenge—there was no way he'd arrive unprepared.

"No wonder you were so hard to find—you possess Hades' Cap of Invisibility!" The God of War's eyes narrowed with interest.

As an inheritor of Ares' authority, he could instantly recognize the relic—

Hades' own divine artifact, granting supreme stealth.

Boom!

Countless runes around them flared, releasing vast torrents of mana—

Forming a network of sigils that spread in all directions, trying to drag Nameless—standing at the domain's opening—inside.

That so-called gap in the domain was a trap prepared just for him.

The God of War's grin widened. "Unfortunately, it's useless! In your state, what can you do against me?"

He charged forward, aiming to crush him directly.

Wei Gong sighed lightly.

If his Saint Graph hadn't been shattered, in his complete form, would he bother with a false god?

Fortunately—he still had one move left.

His eyes blazed gold, and a massive dragon manifested behind him.

A portion of the Dragon of Human Order's authority—bestowed by Shikotei himself—

[Platinum Dragon!]

"The World."

In that instant, time itself slowed almost to a halt.

Even the two anxious girls froze like dolls, their expressions gone still.

Nameless projected a massive greatsword into his hands—

[Azrael!]

In his eyes, the world drained to black and white.

The God of War's body—frozen in time—was marked with points and lines signifying death.

After two Singularities had been revealed, Sanjiro's power had grown further—His time-stop extended from 0.5 seconds to a full 5 seconds!

Time was frozen.

He swung the greatsword down viciously—

And then—

An abrupt anomaly—the God of War's supposedly frozen body suddenly bent backward at an unnatural angle, narrowly avoiding the killing strike.

Time lurched back into motion.

The God of War laughed coldly. "With your broken body, you can't truly stop time. This trick is useless against a god!"

Vmmm—

Countless magical sigils blazed to life.

The True God Domain expanded in an instant, engulfing Nameless completely.

Both vanished from Illya and Miyu's sight.

"What do we do, what do we do?" Illya panicked.

That was a god—was he really going to be defeated?

"We have to call for help—fast!"

Miyu decided instantly, grabbing her and running out of the estate.

The one they would call for help was naturally still in Fuyuki City—

The First Emperor!

After the "Vow Beneath the Snow" video had been exposed, Illya had obtained the Shikotei's contact information.

All they needed to do was leave the sealed space, and they could contact him directly.

Meanwhile, in Academy City—

Merry, who had been secretly watching the battle, shook her head. "As expected, in his state, Nameless can't contend with the God of War at all."

"Oh? Then he's going to die? Should we intervene?"

Tamamo-no-Mae's heart skipped.

Nameless hadn't been completely conquered by her yet—how could he possibly fall to someone else?

That thought made her instinctively ready to act.

Even though she could not defeat the God of War at her current state, she could still stall a bit and wait for reinforcement to come. If she stalled just a little, she could summon a whole host of Heroic Spirits to encircle the God of War.

Nameless was her prey—no one else was taking him.

"No need for now."

Merry shook her head calmly.

She didn't believe Nameless could be killed by a false god.

After all, she herself had once underestimated the crippled Nameless—only for him to effortlessly pierce her illusory world, then force-feed her that accursed potion, turning her into her current ridiculous form.

That cunning, vicious Nameless!

Merry wiped the surface of the illusory screen, restoring the live feed that the True God Domain barrier had blocked, bringing it back before their eyes.

Inside, the place resembled a Reality Marble akin to Unlimited Blade Works.

Once it had fully closed, Illya and Miyu had regained their freedom.

Only Nameless had been pulled inside with the God of War.

"Tch. Normally it's Nameless dragging others into a Reality Marble—now it's his turn to be dragged in," Merry smirked.

Usually he'd deploy his Reality Marble, countering and defeating powerful foes one after another.

First the chuunibyou King of Heroes, then Angelica, the Lion King, and so on—it was his signature move.

But now—

The God of War had lain in wait, his trap set, dragging him straight into the domain!

Under the pair's watchful eyes, inside the domain—

Before Nameless could even regain his footing—

The God of War's fist crashed forward. "So—die!"

Inside the True God Domain, his combat power surged sky-high.

That one punch could shatter mountains.

Layer after layer of violet petals appeared—seven layers in all, blocking in front of Sanjiro.

Crack! Crack!

Under the God of War's boosted might, Rho Aias couldn't hold.

In moments, all seven layers of defense were smashed.

Crack!

Even the greatsword in Sanjiro's hands, Azrael, was effortlessly shattered.

The God of War's fists looked like flesh—but they were forged of solid steel. His eyes blazed blood-red, a violent killing aura erupting without restraint. "Die, Nameless!"

Boom!

The roar carried the brutal force of a soul-shaking bellow.

Under its impact, Sanjiro felt his body tremble, locked in place as if sealed.

As the enemy lunged again, he was forced to evade desperately.

"As I thought… I haven't recovered enough yet."

Sanjiro wiped the blood from his lips, his expression bitter.

If only I were in full form—

No, even at a tenth of my power, I could crush you.

The Council of Gods clearly intended to strike while he was weak, to take him alive and turn him into a research subject.

"Hahaha—Nameless, so this is all you amount to!" the God of War jeered.

Before coming, the gods had all feared he might have hidden trump cards—So they'd prepared layer after layer of countermeasures.

It was one of these that had allowed him to evade the time-stop earlier.

But now, it was clear—he truly was crippled, far from restored.

The God of War's grin twisted into a snarl. "Nameless, you're pathetically weak now!"

"En… I'm sorry for troubling you."

Sanjiro sighed softly, forced to use another card.

He had intended to let Enkidu rest longer, after her recent recovery.

But now—there was no choice.

Vmmm—

At his call, the belt at his waist flared with golden light, transforming into a brilliant golden chain.

Unlike the projected fake—this was the true Chains of Heaven, Enkidu, capable of binding even the gods.

"As you wish."

Enkidu's voice was calm.

The True God Domain should have expelled her, leaving Sanjiro alone.

However—

Enkidu transformed herself into a Noble Phantasm attached to Sanjiro, no longer counted as a separate lifeform, and thus was not rejected by the Reality Marble.

Clatter—

Golden chains shot forward instantly, wrapping around the God of War, binding him layer upon layer.

The true Chains of Heaven, willing to sacrifice themselves, could seal even the Mother Goddess of Creation for a time.

Outside the domain—

Merry nodded at the sight. "As expected—this is the true Enkidu."

"So Alaya exposed those videos to help Nameless gradually recover his power?" Tamamo-no-Mae frowned deeply.

It was obvious—Nameless was far stronger now than when he'd beaten her before.

"You could say that."

Merry nodded as well, still a little uneasy.

Before the genderbending incident, he had nowhere near this much strength—

Even piercing her illusions had taken everything he had.

But now he was holding his own against the God of War, forcing him to bring out one artifact after another.

Clatter—

Bound in layer after layer of chains, the God of War's body was completely immobilized.

However—

From behind the bound God of War stepped a second God of War.

A god-level duplicate!

His grin widened.

"Nameless—you think we didn't prepare for this?"

To counter the Chains of Heaven, which specifically restrained divinity—

The Council had studied and analyzed them, then had each god contribute power, with the God of Fire and Forge crafting a duplicate.

The duplicate would take the Chains of Heaven's binding—while the true body struck to kill.

The Chains of Heaven could at most restrain a single god-level entity—never more than one at once.

"Let me show you my true form!" the God of War snarled.

Clack—clack—clack—

The God of War's roughly two-meter muscular frame began radiating dense blood mist.

Layer after layer of blood-red armor covered his body, his form swelling to an extreme size.

In moments, his humanoid form vanished—

Replaced by a towering blood-red mecha, dozens of meters high, its twin violet eyes seething with killing intent, coldly fixed on the tiny Nameless before it.

The Crimson Machine God descended!

"You've actually reached this stage?" Sanjiro looked at him with a complicated expression.

Back then, after the Twelve Olympian Gods were crushed by the Vanguard of the Umbral Star, they had completely abandoned their mechanical bodies, reverting to native Greek divinities.

Now, the United States had managed to reclaim the discarded husk's power.

They were one step from gaining true main-god-level combat strength.

Even worse—

Other gods were all repelled by Alaya, unable to descend freely.

Even if they descended, their power was vastly diminished.

But these mecha-gods, controlled by humans, were not subject to Alaya's suppression—able to wield their full might freely.

They were a bug in the system.

"Hahaha—this is my complete form!"

The mecha-God of War's metallic voice thundered as he roared, "This time you're dead. Not even God can save you, I swear it!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The massive crimson God of War strode forward, radiating unimaginable pressure.

And then—

The surrounding space suddenly froze.

The charging God of War felt an overwhelming force, vast as the sea, descend in an instant.

It crushed the entire domain space.

Though this was his Reality Marble—at this moment, it felt as if it had changed ownership.

"Impossible!"

The God of War roared inwardly in fury.

He had been only a single punch away from gravely injuring, even killing, his opponent—

And now, it felt as though he faced a bottomless abyss.

Just one step forward—and he would be torn apart by an unimaginably immense and majestic power.

The indomitable God of War, who had never known retreat, couldn't help but take several steps back, staring in disbelief at what was before him.

A figure had silently appeared within the True God Domain, violet-red cross-shaped eyes calmly fixed on Nameless across from him.