Nameless King

Chapter 1124 The Last Color

White, gray, and black, these three colors that have always been in a certain affinity with each other. Everyone knew that without white there could be no black and that when they were mixed together they produced gray, however, these colors had a much broader meaning than just three colors out of hundreds of possible colors.

Everyone knew that white meant light, while gray was something in between, something that was like real life, where there were both good moments and bad.

Black was different from white in that it was the complete opposite. Black always represented darkness or something bad, a harbinger of disaster or a villain.

Many people found in the darkness a calmness like at night with a starry sky or vice versa, the darkness became something that corrupted people, making them strive for power, for strength.

No one thought about it, but three colors suited Gael, for he had already shown two of them. Ashes could have different colors, however, it was always gray or some shade of gray.

For this reason, those Ashens with uneven ashes were considered losers. They had yet to perfect their technique so that their ashes would always be gray without any variation.

This was also one of the reasons why many Ashens followed the path of flame rather than ash. In this path, they could simply succeed with a much higher chance and make everything as it should be.

Obviously, the white ash that Gael could create was not something normal. Even Nitra or Liang had never heard of it and was considerably surprised that such ash existed especially its functions.

Sven looked at Wain with slightly narrowed eyes, "Hm? What are you talking about? Do you know something about Gael's ability? About his ashes?"

Wain shrugged, "Nah, I'm actually virtually unfamiliar with him. What I'm seeing now is the first time I've been able to see his true capabilities. However, isn't it obvious? Gray ash is for normal Ashens, Gael showed us that by summoning white ash. If he has gray and white, then there's only one left - a black one!"

At the same moment, Gael strangely hovered in the air. He wasn't using flight or anything like that, it seemed like the space around him had frozen, locking him inside this invisible cage.

Then, his sword disappeared just like the ash dome and white ash. Nothing remained in the arena, only Ereg clad in armor and Gael floating in the air.

From the corners of Gael's mouth streams of blood flowed, falling to the ground that was very far away, but the blood always reached its target.

Ereg's blow had dealt Gael serious damage, one attack was enough to bring him almost to a critical state.

Gael had only two options now, either reveal his giant and final scars, but that would be considered a defeat in the round, or do something completely different.

"Ereg... You started with darkness, then moved on to crimson, and got to the color purple. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to go back to the very beginning of our battle." Gael muttered without raising his head, while the many scars on his body began to quiver.

It seemed like the scars wanted to break free or move across Gael's body, but something was holding them back. They didn't have enough strength to do something like that, though it was obvious that it would happen soon, but not now.

Gael wasn't ready to move on to the next round and admit defeat in this one, as he wasn't about to lose.

Ereg was wary.

He didn't know why, but he no longer felt as confident as before, it seemed that the situation in the arena had completely changed, even though nothing had happened yet.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but all my instincts tell me I shouldn't give you time to do what you're up to!" Ereg exclaimed, immediately rushing into action.

The granite floor beneath him cracked, unable to withstand the gallop from his powerful legs. His speed was unbelievable and all the energy in his armor was directed towards his fist.

It didn't matter to Ereg what consequences Gael might face after being hit by Ereg's full-force attack.

Ereg was already more than satisfied with the result, so if their fight ended now with him winning after his crushing attack, he wouldn't complain.

Of course, Ereg was doing so mostly because he couldn't understand the full level of threat coming from Gael. He didn't understand what it was or what Gael was going to do, so in a way it scared him and made him act so hastily.

At the last moment, when Ereg's fist was about to come down on Gael and completely destroy him, Gael raised his head.

Their eyes met, and it sent a chill down Ereg's back. Gael looked at him as if everything had already been decided, his victory was certain, and nothing could change that.

"Serenity... Agh, what a nice feeling... but so dangerous for someone as strong as me." Gael muttered as a torrent of ash flew in front of his face and Ereg's fist.

Ereg's eyes went wide for this ash was completely black, as if it was made of World of Darkness, the very fabric of space.

Then, wounds opened all over Ereg's body, spurting a torrent of blood. From each wound came only a few drops, tiny and insignificant, however, there were several hundred such wounds, and they were all the same.

It seemed as if a hundred tiny blades went through Ereg's, leaving behind only a flurry of cuts, and no armor could stop them.

"Surprised? Well, that's not all. I'd even say it's the least my ash can do." Gael said calmly before gathering the black ash in his palm, creating a thin layer.

The black ash could take the shape Gael needed, for now, it was more like a liquid, a true darkness.

Gael's eyes grew deeper as his palm dipped into Ereg's stomach, shattering his armor into small shards.