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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.

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"Well, well, will I finally get to see Sven fight?" Wain smirked as fire lit up in his eyes, "I've seen him in action a few times, but it was only crumbs. Come on Sven, show me how strong you really are, that's why you brought me here, isn't it?"

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

From Sven's body came a large amount of white, thick energy that surged up his robe as well as his long blond hair. His blue eyes were completely calm and cold as ancient glaciers.

"Tsk. Whatever, you'll never understand me." Birit frowned, swinging his halberd. A powerful stream of darkness erupted from the blade, rushing toward Sven.

"It's true, we will never understand each other." Sven said calmly, reaching forward slightly, "A worm like you, who knows nothing of the world, just can't compare to one who knows all the secrets."

Whooooooooooooooosh.