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.
Ice Tyrant
"What's going on?" Robber Leader exclaimed, "Kill the hell out of him! Use everything you've got!"
The robbers instantly obeyed his order. They coated their blades with poison and lashed out at the Cursed Swordsman.
"Stop them!" The Guard Commander gave the order.
"That won't be necessary." Cursed Swordsman muttered, "A bunch of amateurs I can deal with myself."
The energy flow dissipated, and an icy wave departed from Cursed Swordsman. It tossed the robbers aside.
Like the Code of Light and Darkness, the Cursed Swordsman transformed. His cloak turned into leather scraps and hung from his belt, his bare torso tattooed with chains. His boots tore apart, exposing his feet, and everything underneath was covered in ice.
"Before you die, I will tell you a curious fact about myself." The Cursed Swordsman uttered as ice crystals clustered around his hand, "I'm left-handed, so you're fucked."