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.
Blacksmiths
Crackle.
The Knight's armor split in two and fell to the ground with a rumble. The Dark Spirit that controlled the armor flew out and evaporated like mist.
"Hmm? Where is his Soul?" Wain asked with a confused look.
"Well, it's time you knew something." Gladius muttered in a suspicious voice, "Look what's under the helmet."
Wain frowned, plunged his sword into the ground, and lifted the knight's helmet. Wain brushed away the dust with his finger as his eyes widened, "What is that?"
From the top of the helmet protruded a small dark shard that was even smaller than a grain. Powerful energy emanated from the shard, just like the Gladius.
"Bastard..." Wain muttered as he realized, "So that's why this Knight was so strong. You brought me here on purpose to get your shard, right?"