The Vacant King: How I, a Former Slave, Summoned the Strongest Companions to Rule the World ⑬

Chapter 13

“Memory of the Vacant Seat”

A white “hand” arm was
falling from the sky.

An existence that devours even gods.

From outside the world.

A part of it.

Right now.

Scattering black mist,
it was plummeting to the ground.

—BOOOOM...

The moment it landed,
the mountain range vanished.

It wasn't an explosion.

It wasn't an impact either.

“Existence itself”
was being ripped out of the world.

The map was changing.

Space was warping.

The entire battlefield
was screaming.

The soldiers
were just standing there, stunned.

They couldn't understand.

No.

They didn't want to understand.

A divine-age disaster.

The Saint of Condemnation.

The Heavenly Gate.

Something far beyond such things
was here.

And.

At the center of it all

was the boy who had been a slave.

Rain.

He
was looking at Elcia's back.

Black hair.

A jet-black dress.

The Scythe of Demise, Nemesis.

Her figure
was so beautiful.

And yet.

She looked terribly fragile.

As if

she were someone who had been fighting in solitude all along.

At that moment,

the white “hand”
spoke for the first time.

—ROOOOAR...

No.

It wasn't a sound.

A strange wave
flowing directly into the brain.

The moment they heard it,

several soldiers
collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

Their minds were shattered.

Lumia covered her ears and screamed.

“Don't listen!!”

“If you understand the meaning, it's over!!”

But.

Only Rain could hear it.

No.

He “could understand it”.

《Traitor》

In an instant,

Elcia's shoulders
trembled slightly.

Rain didn't miss it.

The white “hand” continued.

《One who rejected the end》

《Sinner who imprisoned death》

The air changed.

The smile vanished from Felgrad's face.

Zerva clicked his tongue.

“...Tch.”

Lumia was pale.

Only Rain
did not understand the situation.

“...What does that mean?”

Elcia did not answer.

She only

tightened her grip
on Nemesis just a little.

That was when

a sharp pain
shot through Rain's brain again.

—STAB!!

His vision shattered.

The world crumbled.

And then.

He saw it.

...A black sky.

A burning world.

A collapsed civilization.

In the center of it.

Countless thrones.

A group of thrones, all vacant.

At the very back.

A massive “Black Throne”.

Sitting there
was a man.

His face was invisible.

But.

He could see his eyes.

Purple.

A purple like the abyss.

The man
was watching Elcia quietly.

And then.

He smiled.

《You were the only one》

《who remained until the end》

Elcia
was kneeling on the ground.

Covered in blood.

Crying.

Clutching Nemesis.

And then.

She was screaming.

“Stop... please stop...!!”

Rain's consciousness returned.

—Hah!!

His breathing was ragged.

His heart felt like it was going to break.

What was that just now?

A memory?

A dream?

No.

“The past of the throne”.

Rain looked at Elcia.

She was quiet.

She said nothing.

But.

Her profile
looked somewhat pained.

The white “hand” laughed.

Countless eyes
warped all at once.

《The throne has perished》

《Yet why do you》

《still resist》

Elcia
slowly raised her face.

Blue eyes.

What was there

was quiet anger.

And.

An undying sadness.

She readied Nemesis.

At that moment,

countless ghosts screamed from deep within the scythe.
Space tore open.

The night warped.

Elcia

said quietly.


“...Shut up.”The air froze.

Death deepened.

And then.

She

revealed her emotions for the first time.

“You are the ones who”

“destroyed everything, aren't you!!”

—BOOOOOM!!!!

Purple-black death
tore the world apart.