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.
Punch
'What the hell is this...?' Wain wondered as a wave of shivers ran through his body.
He didn't know why, but he felt no aura from the silhouette as if it didn't exist at all, although Wain could clearly see the silhouette in front of him.
The appearance of this creature surprised everyone without exception as no one could have expected Virion to have such an artifact.
"Damn... So this guy is a renegade..." Gael muttered with a dazed look as his eyes widened, "At first I thought he got a tree statue from one of the Arkans leaders as a reward, but now I realize he just stole those artifacts."
"Hmm? Renegade...?" Alia uttered while in confusion as she tilted her head, "Sir...what are you talking about?"