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 Smell of Blood
Whoooooooooosh.
The first thing Wain did was swing his sword, but not toward the cloud, but along his arm, revealing a wide wound.
"What the hell...? What the hell is he up to?" Okam muttered in a confusion, "Whatever, it won't help him anyway."
Dark drops of blood ran down Wain's arm, then he swung his arm, making the blood fly high.
At the same moment, the darkness behind Wain, headed toward the blood drops and began rapidly absorbing them, transforming into some kind of creature.
'I have never used so much energy before, especially together with my blood, so this one must be the pinnacle of my abilities at the moment.' Wain internally muttered with a bitter smile.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
A silhouette appeared behind him, with a large jaw and five eyes with vertical, bloodshot pupils. The silhouette had long arms and legs as well as a lean body that seemed unable to support its total weight.