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.
Frost Wind
Gradually, the pressure coming from Alucard and Gael began to subside. The Axalts were able to move again, but no one dared to try to attack the two creatures on the Transcendence Stage. After all, they weren't suicidal.
"Wait... They came here to talk to him...?" Osvald muttered with a dazed expression.
Each of them understood perfectly well who was the ruler of the Axalt World and what title that person had.
"Yeah, I guess so. Or rather, there are no other options." Sven nodded with a serious expression, "Maybe Alucard is being too erratic, but in fact, he's a smart bastard. Alucard knows that if he wants to, he can change the course of the war, and he'll probably side with the Arkans."
Marlis frowned. They were ghosts now and could only observe, but she was still worried because what they would see now could change things.