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.
Two Spheres
'Fuck... What am I supposed to do? I've only fought one Ether user once before and it was a real nightmare, but he has two powers, too, Wain is on a completely different level.' Virion muttered with a complicated look as he bit his lip until it bled.
Wain glanced at the monster behind the barrier and muttered quietly so no one could hear him, 'If I can get the shard, my strength will definitely increase significantly... However...' Wain stared at Virion, "He won't let me do that. I have to buy time somehow."
Initially, Wain was headed to the top of the tree, preparing to fight the dangerous monster Gladius had warned him about, however, because of Virion the situation changed completely. The monster was nothing by comparison, so Wain was certain that if he got the chance he could quickly retrieve the shard and restore his sword.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.