The man with no name but known by many aliases. “ The King “, “ The Hero “ and “ The Ruler “. A nameless traveller seeking out the answers he needs. He, a ruler of a now forgotten Kingdom which name has been lost in time, just what is he?

Whenever this man gave his word, no one could disobey. When he spoke softly, his voice could soothe any tension. His voice was what made him so special, bringing to his side countless talented retainers and governors. His hair and skin, a ghost white. It almost made him look like a lifeless corpse. But his personality was all but the same. He enjoyed chatting with his companions. His way of speech was irregular, it was as if he was telling rumors.

But when disaster struck, he could do nothing. Neighbouring kingdoms, jealous of his kingdom’s prosperity, invaded. The raiders had already reached outside his castle. His ever-confident voice had turned into one of a trembling king. His close aide fled to nearby villages, leaving only himself and a handful of Royal Guards. He stood up from the throne he once ruled his domain on and gave out his final orders.

“ Leave. This is no place for Honorable Knights to die. Find happiness elsewhere then here. “

The Knights stood there in confusion, deciding whether to stay with their King, or flee, until the Commander stepped forward. He salutes to the King and bids farewell, followed by the other Knights.

“ I pray for your safety, in the name of the Deity and Goddess, Caelum. May Divine Intervention protect you, My King. “

As he watched the final Knight leave the throneroom of his castle, he let out a sigh.

“ Divine… Intervention, huh? Even Mother wouldn’t be that kind to her children. I guess it’s time to leave. “

He took a sip of a glass of wine that was resting on a nearby table, let out a laugh before standing in front of the castle doors. He raised his hand and rested it upon the door, before freezing it entirely. He grabbed a rag and wore it over himself and ran out of the backdoor, hoping it’d still be safe for him to leave.

The raiders were just an unorganised mob, so they hadn’t completely surrounded the ridiculously-sized kingdom. He made his escape with ease. The former King arrived at a nearby village and pondered on what to do next. Continue travelling? Rebuild his empire? No, he decided against both. He thought, “ Perhaps I could seek out Mother, but I doubt she’d show herself. “ He left, still lost on what he should do next.

“ The Descendants of Fang, or rather, his disciples? “ A man asked no one in peculiar.

“ Hm? “ A woman beside the man replied.

“ Are you writing your book again? “ She asked. The man simply nodded in response.

The Descendants of Fang, a notorious group of Apostles. They are whom Fang entrusted to keep watch of the regions he needed eyes on. ‘ Void Apostles ‘ are the name given to them by villagers. Their proper name, Quies was given to them by Fang, The Void Deity. Heroes have perished one after another, trying to confront these monsters.

If they are so strong to begin with, how strong is their master? Or are the Heroes simply just too weak? No one knows.

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