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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 Mask

"Huh, you decided to copy me?" Black Sun Aristocrat muttered while looking at the bloody orb, "Do you really have so little imagination?"

"Say what you want." Lycia smirked as she snapped her finger.

The orb trembled and burst massive blood clots that rained down on Dark Hand members. Each clot was powerful and exploded on impact.

'After all, I didn't give up that crystal for anything...' Black Sun Aristocrat inwardly muttered before pulling out the statue of the goddess.

"What is it? An amulet for good luck? Like a rabbit's foot?" Lycia said in a careless voice, but a moment later, a shiver ran through her body as her heart was gripped by fear.

"This is the seal that I bought for you personally. You can be proud of it, no woman has ever received such expensive gifts from me." Black Sun Aristocrat uttered and cut his palm, so a drop of blood fell on the statuette.