Perhaps this was a path to redemption.
For more than twenty years, in world after world throughout the Border Star Sector invaded by Nightmares, a man would always appear when the inhabitants fell into despair, holding the sweeping tide of suffering and disaster outside their world.
At first, they thought he was some great figure from the Divine Realm or the Abyss. Later, when the Empire was founded, they became certain he was a powerful deity among its highest ranks.
But he had never admitted it.
As more and more people reported his deeds to the Empire, however, its response was that no such being existed within its ranks.
They could find no records.
They sent people to investigate.
But with the outbreak of war,
the matter soon faded into obscurity.
Yet many still remembered him fondly, grateful that he had appeared before them when disaster was about to strike and led them out of their suffering.
World after world.
More and more people had seen that lonely dancer walking through the dark of night.
This war was brutal.
It had already lasted far longer than the previous wars combined, and the reports continually arriving from the front suggested that this might be the Nightmares' most frenzied counterattack in over twenty years.
For even their King, the Redeemer who had led them out of suffering time and again, had yet to return victorious as he always had before.
Shhk-
Shhk-
On a world belonging to an ancient Magical Civilization, the shattered Royal Capital lay beneath rumbling storm clouds.
That pitch-black figure moved like a phantom, pressing forward under the frenzied assaults of countless Nightmares lunging to kill him. Wherever he passed, those twisted Nightmares fell in swathes like weeds in a field.
No one could even see how he