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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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The Royal Spirit

The last island was golden with tall, massive flowers that grew beside ponds and lakes.

"Well... We're on the finish line straight, but what do we have to do to break the seal?" Wain muttered as he raised his head.

"Look!" Erza exclaimed before pointing to a stone altar among the ruins in the middle of the lake, "If anything can help us, it's this. I sense special energy from this."

"Great. Let's go." Ern uttered and turned in a flash.

The altar was stone in the shape of a sun. There was a palm-shaped depression in the center.

"I want to do it!" Ern exclaimed as he placed his hand on the altar.

"Hmm? Why isn't anything happening?" Wain raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe we need to infuse some energy?" Erza suggested.

"No, it's definitely not!" Ern muttered in a disgruntled voice, "I'm using enough energy, that's for sure. Damn. Do we really have to solve another riddle? We don't have time for that! The battlefield will be here soon."