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.
Conflict?
"Hey, you have a great castle, it looks like your ego is as big as it is, doesn't it?" Gisle said in an arrogant manner while heading toward Aurora.
"Hmm? Watch your words, this castle is one of the great treasures of the Human World." Aurora uttered with a serious look, "Wain, who is this insolent fellow?"
"That's Gisle, I've already told you about him. We came to see you because we have business with you." Wain said in a calm voice as he closed the door.
They sat across from Aurora, in two massive chairs, and looked at her intently, especially Gisle.
"Ah... Are you Gisle... Is a brat like you the leader of the people in the World of Destiny? That's pretty sad." Aurora muttered with a disappointed look.
Wain remained silent, he decided to leave it to Gisle as it was his battleground in which he was better than the others.