was framed. Having been severely punished, he was then sent to fight with the vanguard. Once battle was over, came across a most mysterious cage; and which was sealed the spirit of Astaros, God of Terror. Bewitched by Astaros, sacrificed his own two eyes in exchange for a great power, and now the two head ever deeper into the Dread Caves to awaken the body off that's numbers within.
was once a Moniyan soldier from the borders of the Lantis Mountains. His unit, consisting of fourteen hardened warriors, was well known among the locals for their reckless bravery, fighting against the Abyss using questionable yet effective methods.
During one disastrous offensive by the Empire, was forced to invoke the power of an Evil God to turn the tide. Despite the lives he saved, was branded a sinner for conspiring with a demon. On the way to his execution, the Evil God attempted to take over 's body, but took advantage of the situation to bind himself and the Evil God together in a stone monolith. While the Empire still condemns as a sinner, those on the border will forever regard him as a hero.
The Nameless Monolith under the crimson twilight of the Moniyan sky, the stench of blood wafting through the cold air hinted at a gruesome battle not long ago.
The wheels of a prison wagon bounced shakily over loose rocks as it was pulled along the mountain road. "Farewell to yesterday, to forgotten glories, on this familiar night. Cut open my chest and engrave this oath into the hearts of those on the border..."
In the wagon, an obscured figure revealed himself through a gap in the cage. His armor shattered, his face mutilated, and his empty eyes glinting coldly in the moonlight.
"Silence!"
A soldier bellowed as he strucks the wagon, interrupting the mumbled song. The swelling anger rushed to his face as he cursed the prisoner:
"We lost thirteen thousand good men in that battle! And what you did... is akin to spitting on their graves!"
The wind picked up like a whetted knife. After a few moments of silence, turned and retreated into the darkness. The voice sounded from the wagon once more, but it was not the songs of the border soldiers this time. Instead, thirteen names murmured over and over again. These seemingly ordinary names once brought joy and hope to the villages across the Lantis Mountains. They were the names of fathers, brothers, and sons who had protected the border for generations. But now, they were just names written with disdain on a piece of paper from the Moniyan Border Regiment.
"Your men will remembered as sinners and traitors, just like you."
At this moment, a stone monolith that was being transported in the same wagon began to stir. looked in disbelief as an eye slowly opened on the monolith; the same eye that led him to this fate. It fixed itself on , reflecting the madness in his eyes.
This encounter was no coincidence. Centuries ago, 's ancestor sealed an Evil God atop a great pillar. The pillar eroded over the years until it eventually became a monolith on the border of the Moniyan Empire and the Abyss. After that fateful battle, the monolith was placed into the wagon for relocation. knew everything about the demon, and the demon knew everything about him.
"Take my power again, and claim all that is rightfully yours..."
remained silent but failed to notice his hand subconsciously inching toward the whispering monolith. The thirteen names echoed in the darkness once more, this time accompanied by the sound of nails scratching on stone. He had called out these names countless times. They were etched onto his very soul, along with the trustful eyes, exhausted smiles, and worn-out faces that answered back.
But all that was no more. The only thing that remained were the unmarked tombstones erected on the border. The border they protected with blood and tears, and from which they could not find peace even in death. was then reminded that names are only useful to the living.
When the Abyss began relentlessly attacking the Lantis Mountain pass, trying to break the Empire's defensive line, a desperate found himself in front of a giant demonic eye. He felt as if the eye was peering into his soul, searching for something... "Ah, he desires power, overwhelming enough to stop this senseless massacre."
Under the influence of the demonic entity, and his men managed to soundly rout the Abyssal forces that day. The trumpet of the momentary victory along with the frustrated howls of the Abyss was carried all the way to the center of the Empire, fueling the Empire's ambitions of reclaiming lost territory.
And so, the Imperial Knight was sent to the mountain pass with a force of thirteen thousand soldiers. They arrived in high spirits, with their golden armor shining in the afternoon sun. But when the fighting started, realized that these men had lived in the light for too long and had forgotten how insidious the darkness could be.
The cunningness of the Abyss and the inexperience of the Empire's field commanders caused their entire second regiment to be surrounded by the Abyssal forces. looked hopelessly at his men still holding the line, their battered bodies refusing to fall, and he closed his eyes. He told he would rather be cursed by the world than let another comrade become a nameless tombstone. Defying 's orders, called out for the eye. When it appeared before him, he used his blood to break the demon's seal.
A moment later, slammed into the middle of the battlefield and began pushing back the Abyss, giving and the remaining soldiers time to retreat. But in the eyes of the Empire, there was no greater sin than colluding with a demon. The lives of the soldiers he saved, in contrast, were of no consequence to his crime. was branded a traitor and imprisoned for execution.
Back in the wagon, the demonic power began twisting around 's arms like infernal chains. Spikes protruded from them and pierced deep into 's flesh. Finally! The Evil God had patiently waited and plotted for this very moment, and now he was about to seize the flesh and blood of his ancient enemies.
The wagon turned, revealing 's calm face under the moonlight. There was a determination in his eyes that a desperate man should not have. suddenly grabbed the chains, and with the weight of his own soul, began pushing the demon back into the monolith. The more the demon struggled, the tighter the chains became. In the process, 's body and soul began fusing with a monolith while its power flowed into him.
"We are alike in one respect. We have the patience of sages, concealing our true ambitions or this fateful day. Sadly, you will never have the chance to know the words engraved on the back of this monolith..."
rubbed away the dust on the monolith, revealing the ancient oath engraved upon it:
"Our will is your eternal shackle."
The cage burst into pieces to reveal , covered in chains and pulsing with power. With heavy steps, he lumbered back towards the border, dragging the monolith behind him.
The monolith now imprisoned two souls, yet had never felt more liberated, for he had finally obtained the power to save his people.
