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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.

Arlemit · Fantasie
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Last Seconds

The blade Sven had created was indescribably powerful, as it took a simple swing, and the world in front of him was split in two.

The mountains in the distance were sliced open, leaving a broad slash across the ground a few kilometers away. However, the target of this attack was not the destruction of the surroundings, but Polosa, who had just greatly strengthened his body.

"Hahaha, he's just messing with her!" Wain exclaimed with an excited expression. He, like most of the audience, was seeing Sven use his Form for the first time. For him, it was the best show he'd ever hoped for.

"Damn... If that attack had hit me, I'm not sure I could have survived." Osvald muttered with a wary look.

Marlis smirked, "Well if you had activated your Form, you would have destroyed that attack. Sometimes I think you underestimate yourself."

"Hahaha, maybe you're right!" Osvald laughed with a wide grin on his face while rubbing the back of his head.