Nameless King

"He uses the attribute of darkness and has plucked his own wings..." Ern muttered as he stared intently at Markaz, "You're a Fallen Angel, right?" Ern shouted.

Markaz turned to him and nodded slightly, "You're right, but does it matter now? Stay there. You three have the best seats in the audience."

Markaz waved his hand as streams of darkness surrounded him and slowly penetrated. They turned into various tattoos that covered his entire body.

"Here we go." Markaz said calmly as he attacked while his fist was covered in darkness.

At the last moment, Wain stepped back, and Markaz's fist swept in front of his face.

Whoooooooosh.

The darkness on his hand erupted in a torrent, and everything in front of Markaz within five meters was destroyed like an explosion blast.

"Hey, do you really have to be so serious right away?" Wain smirked before attacking.

A silhouette of a wide-open jaw appeared above him, then Wain grabbed Markaz by the arm, and the jaw closed.

Markaz's pupils narrowed as he swung his arm and created a dark barrier. The jaw broke through it easily, but the blast of darkness tossed Wain aside, so Markaz was saved.

"Damn... That was actually dangerous." Markaz muttered in a dazed voice, "You still dare to talk about seriousness? If I hadn't dodged, my lower half would be talking to you right now."

Wain grabbed hold of a tree branch, regained his balance, and climbed down.

"Well, I could say the same about you." Wain muttered while he shook off the dust, "Ern, why are you so surprised that Markaz is a Fallen Angel? Is there something special about them?"

"Yes... Sometimes some Angels like Markaz use the attribute of darkness, so either they are banished or try to kill them, but that's not enough to become a Fallen Angel. You have to get rid of your wings for that. It's not just a ritual, it opens up special possibilities." Ern said in a calm voice.

"He's right." Markaz said as the tattoos on his body came into motion, "It wasn't easy, but only by giving up the light can one know what true darkness is. The other Angels can't do that, they don't understand that the attribute of light is too simple."

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Tattoos split into several streams. Some of them reached his arms and turned into massive gauntlets with long claws. Bulky boots appeared on his feet, as well as a shoulder pad with many dark needles on it on his left shoulder. The last stream transformed into two massive dark wings, very different from Angel's, these wings were like sharp tree branches from which darkness slowly dripped like tar.

Markaz's eyes filled with darkness as the pupils changed their color from amber to white.

"Show me your true power!" Markaz exclaimed before he attacked.

He turned into a dark flash, appeared in front of Wain, and waved his arms in an X shape. Wain attacked back. The jaw above him devoured the energy blades from Markaz's swing, and a phantom serpent tail appeared above him. It came down on Markaz like a whip, left a wide swath on the ground several meters long.

Markaz flapped his wings, pointing a multitude of dark blades at the serpent's tail that sliced it in two, so the attack passed him by.

"You think that's enough to defeat me? Pfft..." Markaz snorted arrogantly, "How did you even get two keys?"

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

Dark spheres appeared next to Markaz, transformed into many long, massive copies, and headed toward Wain.

With a calm face, Wain summoned his jaw again and devoured the spears. Markaz didn't stop there, he continued to attack, using various moves and turning the darkness into a weapon. He wanted to close the distance, but he couldn't, the jaw over Wain was too dangerous.

"Hey, are you just going to keep standing there and defending yourself?" Markaz exclaimed as he unleashed a huge halberd of darkness on Wain. The weapon almost reached Wain's, but suddenly several jaws appeared beside it. They ripped the halberd apart like piranhas.

"Why are you silent?!" Markaz exclaimed as he stared at Wain.

Their eyes met, and Markaz's pupils widened. He saw nothing in Wain's eyes, only emptiness, almost as if he was somewhere else and acting purely by reflex.

"You bastard!" Markaz exclaimed in a furious voice, "I thought we were going to have an excellent fight, but instead, you decided to go on the defensive?!"

Markaz put out his hands and created a huge dark sphere. It was so powerful that the ground around it cracked while trees bent to the ground due to the powerful flow of wind.

Wain pointed his hand at the sphere before creating several jaws and aiming them at the sphere. They bit off chunks of it, so the sphere became much smaller, but it wasn't enough. The sphere managed to reach Wain and slammed into his stomach.

The sphere dragged Wain several dozen meters forward, so Wain broke many trees with his back, and when the sphere's energy dried up, he dropped to the ground.

"Wain!" Erza exclaimed as the stripes on her body turned golden. She tried to stand up, but immediately dark blades appeared next to her that pierced her palms.

"Don't you dare move. Though he treats me without respect, this fight is only for us." Markaz said in a serious voice before heading toward Wain.

Wain's stomach was bleeding, the sphere had dealt him a serious blow, but it didn't bother him. All his thoughts had been focused on something else for some time now. It was an unusual, unique feeling that he felt when his jaws absorbed several of Markaz's attacks.

'How strange... It's like I've finally found something I've been missing, or... have I lost it...?' Wain muttered to himself.

His Soul Altar slowly began to be covered in darkness. It split into several streams like veins and headed toward his Main Soul.