Unfolding Chaos

Underground | Seira City | Glass Chapel

The chapel was enormous.

Everything—from the towering walls to the vast chamber beyond—was made of glass. Its colossal gates were engraved with letters from an unidentified language, and at the center of the hall stood a glass throne covered in sharp, jagged spikes.

Weapons decorated the transparent walls like sacred relics.

A sword.
A greatsword.
Twin blades.
Lances and spears.

There were even firearms: a musket, a pistol, and a submachine gun. Mounted on the wall behind the throne was a long sniper rifle.

The massive gates slowly opened.

A black-haired man stepped inside.

He wore a black cardigan over a white shirt, along with black trousers and matching sneakers. Even his eyes were pitch-black, as though no light could reach them. A long sword bag rested across his back.

The man slipped one hand into his pocket and pulled out a cigar. With a 
white lighter engraved with a scythe symbol, he ignited its tip and calmly took a drag.

Smoke escaped his lips as he leaned against one of the glass walls.

His dark eyes wandered across the shimmering chamber.

Then his phone rang.

Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.

He answered the call.

A soothing woman’s voice came through the speaker.

“So, you really found the gate? I never imagined something like that existed beneath Seira City . Nameless, what are you planning?”

“My plan?”

A faint smile appeared on his face.

“I’m simply glad to know that this city truly existed.”

A white light emerged within his pitch-black eyes, forming a pair of glowing pupils.

“Nameless… do you think anyone survived?” the woman asked curiously.

“We’ll see.”

He slowly entered the main chamber.

Passing the weapons displayed along the walls, he approached the throne. He removed the sword bag from his back and drew the black-blade hidden within it.

Then, without hesitation, he drove the sword into the glass floor.

Nameless calmly sat upon the throne.

The glass beneath him began to vibrate. Light spread through the walls, and countless images flickered across their surfaces.

They were memories.

Nameless looked up.

A woman appeared within the vision.

Enormous wings of water stretched from her back, and she wielded a massive blue greatsword. Her long blue hair danced violently in the wind.

Around her, an entire city unfolded across the glass walls.

Futuristic buildings towered beneath a holographic purple sky. An immense wave crashed into the city as shadowy figures surrounded the blue-haired woman. 

Her expression twisted with rage.

She charged through them, soaring on her wings of water. Each swing of her greatsword released a devastating slash, tearing through the shadows.

Then a gigantic blue fin emerged from the water.

It covered the entire wall.

As the vision shifted, smooth skin became visible, followed by the figure of a mermaid. She possessed stunning blue eyes, long white hair, and deep blue lips.

Her beauty was almost otherworldly.

Nameless laughed.

The instant his laughter echoed through the chamber, cracks spread across the chapel.

The glass shattered.

Waterfalls burst through the broken ceiling and flooded the hall.

Nameless pulled his sword from the ground.

“Absolute Zero.”

His skin shone with a brilliant white light.

Freezing mist poured from his body and rose toward the ceiling. The raging water froze instantly, suspended in place like a sculpture made of crystal.

Silence returned to the chapel.

Then Nameless heard something.

A weak, desperate gasp.

Someone was struggling to breathe.

He followed the sound.

As the white mist slowly faded, he saw her.

The mermaid from the vision.

She glared at him furiously.

“Why…?” Her voice trembled. “Why? Why are you here?!”

The white glow disappeared from Nameless’s skin, returning it to normal.

“A mermaid,” he said, studying her calmly. “How interesting.”

He paused.

“I’m only here because of a friend.”

“A friend…?”

The mermaid released a weary sigh.

“Yes. Nothing more.”

Nameless turned away from her.

“Well, then. Goodbye.”

He began walking toward the gate.

The mermaid stared at him in confusion. She swam through the air after him, her expression becoming strangely melancholic.

“Hey! What do you mean?” she called out. “Why are you leaving?”

Nameless stopped.

“Nobody survived, am I right?”

The mermaid fell silent.

After a moment, she slowly shook her head.

“You already know that many people tried to find us,” she whispered. “But every single one of them…”

“My only goal was to confirm the truth. Nothing more.”

He looked over his shoulder.

“My opinion doesn’t matter.”

The mermaid lowered her gaze.

Nameless turned toward her completely.

“So, is there anything you want me to tell her?”

The mermaid looked up.

“Tell who?” 

Nameless reached out and gently touched her hair.

“Stop it! You are weird! To calm, be scared, be hateful, have lust. But that. Hrrr…”

The moment his fingers brushed against it, tears gathered in her eyes.

“She is connected with you. The Reaper of Atlan—”

Before he could finish, the mermaid collapsed.

At the same moment, the entire Glass Chapel shattered.