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.
The Ghost
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
The horrible jaw was tearing the roots apart while Wain was gradually moving forward. He ripped through layer upon layer until he reached the last of it, the thickest roots even a Dragon could not penetrate as it took several attacks to do so.
The energy of his jaw had already run out, but Wain didn't worry he just with a calm look stepped forward, plunging the tip of his sword into the center of the last barrier.
Hundreds of massive splinters flew aside, some colliding with Wain's face, but they just bounced aside, unable to wound him.
"Here we go..." Wain passed through the last barrier as he saw the seed that seemed to tremble with fear of imminent death.
Virion tried to protect the seed using more energy, but it was unsuccessful. The only one who could change the situation was Death Phantom, but he just stood there as if he didn't want his fight to be hindered by any roots.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.