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.
Energy of Destruction
A multitude of Dragons of the Black Whip surrounded Osvald, bringing down powerful pressure from their auras on him. The ground beneath Osvald was beginning to crack, as the pressure was too strong that even the sturdy soil of the hill could not withstand it.
However, Osvald was completely relaxed.
"Agh, don't you guys think you're being too serious? This is just another deadly fight in your life, what's the big deal?" Osvald said nonchalantly as he reached up, yawning as if after a long sleep.
The dragons frowned as one of them rushed forward with a flap of his wings.
"Bastard! This fight will only be fatal for you! You're the only one who's going to die today!" The man exclaimed as a sphere of darkness appeared in his hand.
Osvald grinned widely, "You really think so? Well, let's check it out!"
Crackle.