The masked warrior deflected, evaded, and broke through.
His swords carved across Agaroth's armor again and again.
He seized control.
Reclaiming dominance in swordsmanship.
How?
The answer lay within the King's Domain.
Unable to keep up with the King's transformed state, Nameless reshaped the Domain entirely ...
Forcing it to focus on adapting to Agaroth's new form.
Within seconds ...
He rebuilt his world-breaking ability.
That was the shift.
That was why his aura had changed.
It was a gamble.
A gamble with his life… and the outcome of the entire battle.
Would he fall before the Domain completed its adaptation?
Or would it succeed first?
Nameless chose to believe.
He believed in his power.
The power he forged from nothing.
And the result—
Was a complete reversal of the battle's tide.
The blades could no longer wound him.
Agaroth was forced onto the defensive.
Nameless' swords danced through space.
