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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.

Arlemit · Fantasy
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The Last Dish

Gael and Davon were the only ones left who could eat everything Grot had prepared for them, so now it was time for the final round.

Grot along with Vasa, headed to the kitchen, they had one last dish to prepare. Gael and Davon, at this time, were breathing heavily and trying to recover. This little break was necessary for them, as they wouldn't be able to eat even one bite right now, their bodies just wouldn't be able to take it.

"You're holding up pretty well... I'm actually surprised..." Davon muttered, sighing heavily after each word, "A few times Ashens has appeared here before, but they didn't even make it to the second stage and stopped at noodles."

Gael smiled, "I just really like to eat, and I was hungry, really hungry."

Davon smirked, "I hope that in the finals you gather your strength and don't back down. I want to win, but I won't mind at all if you can do it, in a worthy confrontation."