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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Whoooooooosh.
Wain like a dark flash was heading toward a massive tree with an unusual aura. The tree was indescribably large, much larger than the one in the Forgotten Forest of Elves, so Wain had hundreds of miles to cover before he got there.
'Damn... I thought I could do this on my own, but it looks like I'll need help...' Wain muttered inwardly as he stopped in the middle of the jungle, between several hills.
His aura intensified as a golden spark appeared in his eyes. Wain was ready to use the sixth form, but suddenly his pupils narrowed as a dark sword appeared in his hand.
Crackle.
A shadow appeared in front of him as two massive fists rained down on him from top to bottom, intending to bury him beneath the ground.
Wain blocked the attack and jumped aside as the shadow did the same.