Nameless King

After a while, Ereg had fully recovered. He had spent quite a lot of energy on it, but the black ash had completely disappeared from his body, and his armor was as intact as the first time.

However, the few runes on the armor no longer shone as brightly as before, and Ereg's gaze became more tired.

"Fuck... To remove the effects from just one attack I had to expend so much energy, this is only making things harder..." Ereg took a deep breath.

Then, he with a stern face looked at Gael, who was slowly descending towards him.

The black ash swept by Gael's side like his faithful protector that has always been and will always be by his side. It would never leave its master as long as the black ash had meaning.

"Ereg... I have something to tell you. I can only use black and white ash as long as I haven't activated my Form. In a way, this is my second strongest trump card, because if I use my the Form it means the fight has reached a critical stage." Gael said calmly, holding his hands behind his back like a majestic swordsman.

The black ash descended to his feet, creating a step specifically for him.

It was not necessary since Gael could easily step through the air as well as fly, but it showed that now he was not afraid of his opponent at all.

Ereg was ready to fight, but only physically and technically. Emotionally he was completely shattered.

Yeah, it was just one skirmish and just one attack, but Ereg realized that if Gael attacked him a few more times he just wouldn't be able to remove all the darkness from him. The system was pretty simple and Ereg was more than experienced to realize that.

"Silent? Fine, I just want you not to do anything stupid. Use your trump card or use the Form right away. It will most likely be able to wear me down and even force me to use my Form. However, I'll still be the winner. Just like before and just like now." Gael said calmly, but every word he said stabbed into Ereg's mind like a dagger.

Ereg was able to become the strongest in his world, and even compared to the other Progenitors, he was ranked well.

However, he was still unable to defeat his main opponent - Gael.

Sure, Ereg had won a few rounds, but it didn't make any difference to the overall situation. Only now was Ereg able to force Gael to act even a little seriously since he summoned black ash and immediately Ereg felt helpless.

"Damn, I even feel a little sorry for him..." Marlis muttered with a complicated expression, "He tried so hard to impress Gael, he wanted to win so badly, but in the end, Gael looked at him as an unworthy opponent."

Sven shrugged, "Well, I can say that's some success already. Gael acts this way since it's the real him. Gael has never lost and it's obvious that he has arrogance inside him. He usually tries to contain it and hide it like the rest of us, but right now he doesn't see any reason for it."

"I still want Ereg to win!" Osvald exclaimed hopefully, "I have nothing against Gael, but it would be too frustrating for me to watch all of Ereg's abilities just become nothing in front of Gael's ashes."

Sven, Osvald, and Marlis continued to discuss the fight, while Gael slowly descended on Ereg, whose mind was going through a veritable storm of emotions.

Wain was silent, he was assessing the situation with a deep look, as if trying to see something in Ereg, to see what was inside his soul.

"Hmm... It feels like Ereg isn't sure of himself." Wain uttered protractedly.

Sven raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about? I haven't seen someone as energetic and confident as Ereg in a long time. He's been in a difficult situation it's true, but I can't say he lacks confidence."

Wain shook his head, "Nah, that's not what I'm talking about. He is afraid, but not of Gael, but of himself. It seems that he wanted to end things now. To do so, he summoned a purple ghost and armor. However, Gael turned out to be much stronger than he thought, so... now he'll have to use something that wasn't in his plans."

"Pfffft! I don't know where you got that from, but it doesn't seem true at all!" Marlis snorted arrogantly, "It seems to me that Ereg has already lost, and that's it! His only trump card is his the Form, but Gael's the Form will definitely be stronger!"

Osvald turned around, "Yeah... Wain, what makes you think Ereg is afraid of anything?"

Wain said calmly, "I can just see it in his gaze. I could be wrong, but I think that's what's going on right now. He's thinking about what to do, though he has no other choice anyway."

Step. Step. Step. Step.

Gael descended to the ground, approaching Ereg with a leisurely gait. He looked at his opponent with calmness and the sole purpose of winning.

After all, Gael never lost, which meant he could have drawn, but they were very few. Only a few opponents were so strong that none of them could become the winner and one of those was the Progenitor of Dragons.

"And...? Ereg, what are you waiting for? If you don't use your Form within the next minute, I will cast my black ash on you. Ereg, you definitely won't be able to resist something like that." Gael said calmly, but his every word was imbued with arrogance.

After a long pause, Ereg smirked and swung his hand.

Crackle. Crackle. Crack.

His armor cracked, quickly breaking and falling to the ground, leaving a trail of heavy and large debris.

"You've become even more arrogant than before... Your black ash is actually intimidating, but do you really think I have nothing to answer you with?" Ereg smirked as his aura began to strengthen, "I've only used it a couple of times before, and I'm afraid I'll have trouble controlling my power!"