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 Sharpest Sword
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
Wain's aura grew to its limit as he stepped forward. The ground beneath him cracked and his silhouette blurred. A moment later, he was in front of the roots with a sword full of energy as he with an ice-cold look rained the sword down on the roots.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
Last time it had left only a small scratch on the root, but now, the sharp blade went through the entire very thick root with ease. Wain felt how sturdy it was as a wave of recoil ran through his body, but he wasn't going to stop there.
"Fine, that's what it takes. I can definitely handle this artifact with this strength, but I'm a little short on speed." Wain muttered in a calm voice before stepping forward.
Whoooooooooosh.