After halting the bell of the Great Belfry, you suddenly fall asleep.

Waking up to see you are now laying on the remains of Archdragon Peak. You decided to tread higher and higher up the stairs until you came across a flat plain of rocks.

A deep and dense fog was all around you. Then you saw him. The Nameless King. The god of war himself in the flesh. Banished here. He was riding along his stormdrake before getting off and staring at you. His great-spear was held insanely tight, almost as if he didn’t enjoy your presence here.

But he was the god of war after all. He loved battles. “…….”

A quiet breeze was heard. No words coming from the god’s mouth. He raised up his spear and called upon his lightning.

It seems he has found a new opponent.