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.
Jaw
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Wain slowly clapped while looking at Frigus with a dazed look.
"That was just incredible, wasn't it?" Wain said as he turned to Zero.
"Yeah... So beautiful and so powerful... It only took you one attack to freeze hundreds of monsters, you certainly know how to control that element." Zero muttered with sparkling eyes.
"You overestimate me. I still have a lot of work to do as this skill has spent almost all my strength..." Frigus muttered before dropping to one knee as he leaned his hand on the ground.
A trickle of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth that fell to the ground in drops.
"Frigus... Are you all right?" Zero asked in a worried manner.
"Sure... I'm just a little exhausted." Frigus nodded.
"Well, you've already done your part. Zero and I can easily deal with this huge piece of meat, so just rest." Wain muttered as he patted Frigus on the shoulder.