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.
Training
Agnes was wary. Her punch did no damage to Osvald; he stopped the blow as if it were inconsequential, though Agnes was punching at full force.
"Wain, who is that?"
Agnes jumped aside. Teresa stood beside her, and they got ready to fight.
"Don't worry, he's not our enemy, and if he were, we wouldn't stand a chance. Osvald is just the kind of man who likes to fight." Wain shrugged.
"Just fight...?" Agnes was puzzled. Osvald's suggestion seemed strange to her.
"Sure, you've got pretty good skills and reactions, with the right training, you can get very strong. So what do you say? Are you okay with that?"
"Man, what the hell are you talking about? How can you attack a girl and then offer her that with a calm expression on your face?" Teresa was indignant.
Osvald remained silent. He didn't pay any attention to Teresa; he only looked at Agnes.
'Is he ignoring me?'