Silence and darkness reigned in the empty underground hall. The mirror that had stood at its center was broken now, its shards scattered across the floor.
The mirror was gone...
The man who used to be the King of Nothing was gone, as well.
There was no body left in his wake, and no trace of his existence remained.
As if he had never existed at all.
There was only the bloodied mirror shard that the man who had become the King of Nothing was still holding in his hand.
It was hard to tell whose blood was smeared across the cold glass.
He was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, breathing evenly. His eyes were closed, and his face was emotionless. Behind the expressionless mask, however, raged a dark and dire storm.
After decades spent shattered and incomplete, Mordret had killed and absorbed the last shard of himself, finally becoming whole once again. Becoming who he used to be... a human.
But what kind of human was he?
