Standing over the fallen King of Giants after their battle, the King of the Wall stared down with a cold, emotionless gaze, watching the giant's broken breathing and muffled groans.
The King of Giants tried to speak, but no voice came out—stuck in his throat, strangled by defeat.
Blood ran down the King of the Wall's face as clouds smothered the sunlight. Then, carried by the wind, he heard a faint, hoarse whisper forcing its way through trembling lips.
"Bo...y... please... do not follow this path... blindly..."The giant's mouth moved, but his voice barely escaped. After a few seconds, another whisper, even weaker:
"Look... toward the horizon... Nameless King..."
With a final, faint smile, the light in his eyes faded away.
Turning his back, the King of the Wall walked toward the horizon. Wounded, exhausted, and holding a sword shattered to pieces, he continued forward.
That moment never left his mind. Even after a year, he remembered every detail perfectly—the cold, empty gaze he carried after a battle that pushed him to his limits, and the realization that a challenge like that might not come again so soon.
Sitting on a small hill after yet another battle, he had behind him a sea of blood and destruction: shattered walls scattered across the ground, human corpses twisted into horrific shapes.But ahead of him, birds were singing. The wind moved the trees, rustling his torn clothes. The grass swayed in gentle waves.
Then something landed on his hair.
Rolling his eyes upward, he saw a small bird—and without noticing, a faint smile formed on his face.
After observing the peaceful scenery for a while, he rose and walked into the forest, traveling for hours until night fell.
Reaching a cave, he gathered the wood he had collected and lit a fire. Sitting beside the flames, he watched them consume the sticks little by little.
During quiet moments like this, a question always echoed in his mind:
'What is… or what does a name mean?'
And, as always when this thought surfaced, sleep slowly overtook him.
When he opened his eyes again, sunlight filled the cave, pushing away the darkness. Picking up his sword, the giant resumed his journey.
Days passed like this.On another day—this time cloudy—he noticed a forest. Or rather… a dead forest.
No birds.No animals.Even nature avoided it.
Curious, the Nameless King stepped into the strange, silent woods