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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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"What happened?" Osvald asked.

"No, nothing like that..." Irma shook her head and calmed down.

"Tell me. In that case, maybe we'll change our minds." Wain spoke slowly.

"Irma, you shouldn't. They already helped us by killing the Queen."

"No, I have to." Irma left the table and headed for the center of the room.

Wain, Osvald, and Franzi looked at her puzzled.

Irma ducked down, pushed the rug aside, and removed a special board from the floor. From the stash, she pulled out a large bottle of rum. Irma blew lightly, and a thick layer of dust fell off the bottle.

"Ohohoho, looks like we're in for some serious talk. I like that." Osvald smiled contentedly.

"What?! Irma, how do you know about this place?" Franzi was shocked. 

"It's my personal supply." Irma replied coldly and set the bottle on the table.

"Franzi, bring more meat. I'm hungry again."