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 Return of the King
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
Streams of energy enveloped Wain's body, rushing toward the heavens at great speed. Wain looked as if his power was infinite, even though he was technically on the Absolute Stage.
Virion could easily defeat the Fifth Chronicle monster on the Absolute Stage, and after using the Azure Horn he became strong enough to fight even Demigods, however, none of that mattered since he now had Nameless King before him!
"No, no, no! Nameless King died five hundred years ago! The second ruler of the Arkan World sacrificed himself by blowing up his soul to end it forever!" Virion exclaimed with a startled look as he unconsciously stepped back.
Whoooooooooosh.
Virion gathered energy at the tip of his spear as a massive beam of energy flew out of his blade. It was like a laser with tremendous velocity aiming straight for Wain.