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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 · Fantasía
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Assassins

"Damn..." Wain muttered, climbing out from under the rubble.

"Osvald helped, but that was damned dangerous. I feel like my left eye is ready to burst at any moment." Wain shook his head and sat down on a piece of rock with a sigh.

The shockwave threw him into the fortress, its northern part, but Wain had no idea where he was or how many walls and floors he'd broken through until he stopped.

"Okay, I hope help comes, and the situation is resolved. I have other things to do." Wain muttered and looked around.

There were only dark passageways around, many of them blocked by debris.

'Hmm? Is it just me, or did I hear something?' Wain looked at the far passageway and headed that way. He couldn't make out what he heard. It sounded like some kind of moaning or a squeak.