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 Way to the Blacksmith (Part 3)
Wain stepped forward in the thick fog for some time. He had not yet encountered any enemies, but the oppressive atmosphere showed how dangerous this place was.
Whooooooooosh.
Suddenly Wain's ring glowed brightly as the amulet that Skyla had given him emerged from it.
"Hmm? What's going on...?" Wain muttered with a confused look since he had nothing to do with it.
The amulet glowed bright red as a red orb appeared around it that pointed in a northerly direction.
"Well, Skyla said it would help me find the blacksmith." Wain grinned, "She sure knows how to honor a pact."
Wain rushed forward with full confidence that the amulet would soon lead him to the blacksmith. He ran through a fog, dried-up trees, and monster bones in the gray, lifeless earth.
'It's quiet here... In fact, even too quiet...' Wain inwardly muttered, looked around, and his aura intensified.
Crackling.