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 Wind (Part 2)
"Well, I warned you. I'm not responsible for the consequences of your decision." Wain shrugged, stood up, and headed for the exit.
Gisle took a deep breath and whispered looking at Wain's retreating back, "Don't worry, I'll reach the Absolute Stage soon enough. I may never get your level, but I just want to be able to influence the Great War."
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In Last Light, there were many places where Wain and Gisle could fight since each city had several arenas equipped for duels or training. However, none of this was designed for fighters of their level, so they headed to the forest a few kilometers away from Merge Island.
"Agh... The simple fresh air... There are many pleasant feelings in this world, but this is one of the best..." Wain muttered, enjoying the taste of the forest.
"I thought Lands of the Gods was much better, wasn't it?" Gisle asked with a slight smile on his face.