The Name That Shook the Heavens
The skies had barely settled from the clash with the High Warden, but the name Coker Vale was already spreading like wildfire through the continent.
In every kingdom, in every corner of the ranked mage world, that name now echoed with fear… and fascination.
He was no longer just the rankless boy.
He was the heretic who crushed a Warden.
The sinner who broke a divine blade.
The god without a church.
And somewhere, far above, the gods were watching.
In a grand temple carved into the sky itself—The Celestial Cathedral—seven figures sat upon silver thrones, faceless and glowing, watching the mortal realm through pools of light.
"The seals are breaking," one said.
"He carries a name that predates ours," another whispered.
"If he reaches the Peak of Names… everything ends."
A moment of quiet dread passed.
Then one of them, cloaked in starfire, stood.
"Then we send the next."
A hand swept over the pool.
And a name written in divine script began to burn—
"Yurei, the Name-Eater."
Meanwhile, on the mortal ground, Coker sat on a cliff edge. His coat fluttered in the wind. His eyes—calmer now—looked over a vast landscape of mountains and floating islands.
He didn't speak much these days.
Not after unlocking the final seal.
Something had changed inside him.
"Your magic… feels different," Vann said, sitting beside him.
Rina stayed behind, sharpening her knives as always.
Coker didn't turn. "It's not magic."
"Then what is it?"
He exhaled.
"Truth."
Vann frowned. "That doesn't make any damn sense."
Coker finally looked at him and grinned slightly. "Exactly."
That night, the wind screamed.
And something touched their dreams.
Rina jolted awake first, sweat pouring from her brow. She reached for her blade—
Only to find her hand frozen in place.
"Vann?" she called, her voice a whisper.
But he was frozen too.
Eyes wide open. Staring into nothing.
And then she saw it.
A shape—tall, skeletal, cloaked in endless darkness—slithered from the trees. Its mouth opened sideways like torn paper. Its voice… wasn't a voice.
It was a memory.
"You hold names," it rasped. "But I devour them."
Coker stood slowly, eyes locked on the being.
"You're not from this world."
The creature tilted its head. "Neither are you anymore."
The battle began without warning.
No roar. No light. Just shadows.
Yurei, the Name-Eater, didn't cast spells. It unwrote them.
Rina tried to slash it—her blade disappeared.
Vann tried to summon fire—it turned to sand.
Every name they spoke, it stole.
Rina screamed. "I… can't remember my own name—!"
That's when Coker stepped forward, hand on his heart.
"I've got one name left," he said, voice low.
The Name-Eater paused.
"What name…?"
Coker smiled.
"My true one."
He reached inside himself.
Past the ranks.
Past the seals.
Past even the blood of the gods that once cursed him.
He whispered something.
Not in any known tongue.
The world froze.
Even the stars held still.
And from his chest burst a golden light that took the shape of a name—so ancient, even the Name-Eater recoiled.
"COKER VALE isn't my real name," he said. "It was a lie I wore until now."
He looked the creature dead in the eye.
"My real name is EIDOR, THE UNMADE."
The sky cracked open.
The Name-Eater screamed—not in fear, but in hunger.
It lunged.
Coker didn't dodge.
He let it consume him.
And then—
He exploded from within its chest, covered in raw divine essence, roaring with a power that was neither light nor dark.
Just pure.
He gripped the Name-Eater's skull and whispered:
"You ate the wrong name."
And with one final surge, he shattered it into nothing—so completely erased that even its memory ceased to exist.
Afterward, Rina slowly regained her breath.
"Eidor…?" she whispered.
Coker—no, Eidor—looked back with a smile full of sadness.
"It's still me. Just more... me than before."
Vann nodded, though his eyes were wary. "What now?"
Eidor stood.
"The gods are sending monsters."
He turned to the horizon, where the spires of the divine city glowed like fangs in the distance.
"Let's go knock on heaven's door."