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 Way to the Blacksmith (Part 2)
The blacksmith was critical to Wain, his equipment for too long now resembling tattered rags that are unusable for anything.
"Of course, though you have used the crystal for your own purposes, in fact, you have fulfilled your part of the bargain." Skyla nodded as she put her cigarette aside, "As I said earlier, I have two options for you."
Skyla continued, "The first, is a blacksmith in the northern area, this one is considered the best in Dermin. Don't worry, there won't be a problem, the heads of the northern district don't hold a grudge against you, especially since hardly anyone wants to fight you now."
"The best blacksmith in such a big city? That sounds good, but what about the second option?" Wain asked in a curious manner.
"Huh, knew you'd ask. The second blacksmith I know personally, this one owes me, so there won't be any problem with forging gear, but it's an unusual person." Skyla spoke in a serious voice.