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 Road to Darkness (Part 2)
"Well, it's probably some secretive but incredibly powerful bastard, isn't it?" Osvald smirked as his aura intensified slightly.
"I don't know." Sven shrugged, "I was curious to know that too, so before Wain's fight I checked the ranking table, but the Top-1 name was hidden. Anyway, it's not that important, because even the strongest Fourth Chronicle one can't compete with a Fifth Chronicle creature."
"Huh, you know that's a load of crap yourself." Marlis grinned while walking slowly toward the bar, "Years ago, you were the Top-1 at Colosseum. You were in the Fourth Chronicle, but the usual Fifth Chronicle monsters were too weak to make you use any skill."