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.
Destroying Dragons
'Well, now I'm beginning to understand what's going on here. I knew Sven used to be one of the Arkans, just like Marlis and Osvald. Technically they're still one of the Arkans, it's their race after all, but they don't follow their ideology. However, I still don't understand what Olax and Arox are planning, it seems their true purpose was different from what I know.' Wain pondered, watching Sven closely.
Osvald turned around, looked at the dome above the temple, which was already almost completely cracked and sighed.
"So, what do we do now? Save the Azure Tail or something?" Osvald turned around, "Sven, you know I'm not one to come up with plans, however, I can accomplish any plan even the most complicated one. The main thing is to need brute physical force and preferably as much as possible!"