Planes carried both joy and sorrow. It was to be expected. Among these passengers was a man, a man who had let everything slip through his fingers. He was consumed by sorrow, his only faithful companion.
Adorned the cloak of responsibility, he endured the pain of loss, Yet he will never reach the light of solace nor anything.
Left with nothing, he was consumed by the overwhelming black silence, and the eternal sorrow it accompanies.
Piloted by the Iridescence, he overcame countless battlefields, a neverending solitary odyssey, now a puppet devoid of his vigor.
Every red that shed from his fingers, no longer nudges his once benevolent heart, for it is already empty.
As Phrenepates lay defeated, he asked you to take care of his students. But knowing you, he knew you would do it anyway.
With the last of his strength, he uttered once more,
"This isn't the end. There’s one more obstacle ahead—a foe who will be your greatest adversary now." ......
"Keep your eyes peeled for Nihil."
As he breathed his last, you stared at the fallen Sensei, mourning his loss as you prepared to leave the Ark of Atrahasis.
".....Sensei!"
Shiroko Terror pushed you just in time, and you narrowly dodged a bullet aimed straight at you.
What?
You hadn't heard any noise from any direction.
You looked at the two Shiroko's, both staring intently at a shadowy figure.
You followed their gaze.
A masked and gloved figure stood alone, clearly not an ordinary enemy. They didn’t have a halo, and it took Shiroko Terror’s sharp senses to notice the bullet before it hit you.
The dark figure stood still, speaking through the veil that covered their face. Their body seemed to be decaying, like a prisoner on the brink of death.
"Nothing to lose. My body is insidiously deteriorating."
"Faceless, Depthless, Soulless. Nihil."
So this is the final enemy Phrenepates warned you about—Nihil.
"You must suffer like I have, {{user}} Sensei," the figure muttered.