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.
Sven's Form
Polosa stopped as she raised her spear high, then her eyes flashed. Massive streams of energy headed toward the tip of the spear, making it shine brightly, gathering immense power.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
The space next to the spear began to distort due to the intense pressure as Polosa stared at Sven, with sincere hatred.
"Was it worth it? You could have been on top of this world, I'm sure the next place Ruler of the Arkan World was destined for you, was." Polosa asked, gathering energy for one last attack to surely destroy Sven and give him no chance to escape.
"Hah, sure." Sven smirked, as blood gushed from his mouth, his situation was hard since his body was at its limit.
Polosa frowned, "Really? There isn't a single goal worth dying for. Only a real idiot would answer that way!"