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.
The Mask
A massive bone flew aside that was the size of a man. However, in the mountain of bones where it flew, there were many bones much larger than this one.
Next to the mountain of bones sat a man with thick black hair in front of him, burning a massive fire of dried tree trunks that made a loud crackling sound.
Even though it was a deep night, and except for the fire, the blue moon was the only light source no monster dared even to come close to the man.
"Nice. I'm sure if Ern saw me, he'd be damn jealous of me." Wain grinned as he ripped a huge piece of meat off the bone.
'Huh, in those three months, your body has used up all the resources for you to make a full recovery, but despite that, it's like you've gotten stronger.' Gladius grinned.
"Well, you're wrong." Wain uttered in a serious voice before rolling back another bone.
'Hmm?'