Nameless King
Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all. The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape. Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate. Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.
Crimson Clones
From each ash tree came a multitude of roots that effortlessly pierced through the clones even when they had two crimson layers. It took them less than a second to reach Gael just like their claws, but the ash trees were loyal defenders of their owner.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
Crimson fragments of darkness-like glass fell down while the clones tried to recover. Depending on the number of crimson layers, the clones could be resurrected before they were gone.
The clones tried to do this while planted on roots, but there was a problem they couldn't do anything about - they couldn't get out of the roots. Thus, once the crimson layer fell off and the clone regenerated, it would almost immediately die due to the ash particles cutting the clone from the inside.
Ereg frowned, his clones were already almost halfway to maximum strength, but that meant nothing to Gael. All he had to do was use one ability and now Ereg's darkness seemed to be useless.