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.
Martial Essence
'Shit... am I still alive...?' Wain thought as he opened his eyes and rose.
He felt pain all over his body, but it was like a flame, burning yet warming with its warmth.
Wain turned around and saw Osvald sitting in the dungeon's center in a lotus pose.
"Old man...is that you?" Wain was surprised at how Osvald had changed. He was now a grown man, a real warrior, not an old man with a few years to live.
Osvald opened his eyes and smiled broadly, "Oh, you're awake. I thought you were dead. Hahaha."
"I don't think that was possible. You fixed me up pretty good. I take it I passed the test. Right?"
Osvald nodded, "Yes, you were able to amuse me. In return, I will help you. However, I will only give you a few tips. Everyone must discover their own Martial Essence. Help from others is pointless here."
"I understand. First, I want to know more about what Martial Essence is. Sven explained it to me, but his wording is as vague as ever."