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.
Water and Fire
Whooosh.
With a swing of his sword, Wain cut off the head of another Imp. In the last twenty minutes, he had already killed more than a hundred of these monsters, and gradually more of them.
Wain was sure he was on the right track, and it wasn't his guess. There were dozens of tunnels around him, and Wain had no idea where Imps' base might be.
So Wain decided to proceed as follows, when he entered the tunnel, he only walked about a hundred yards. If no one attacked him in that distance, he would go back and take another route.
Wain didn't know if this method would work and help him move faster in his search, but after a few successful attempts, Wain was convinced that his idea made sense.
"Great, looks like I'll get to the right place soon," Wain said smiling as he looked at the twenty Imps running in his direction.