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.
Nine
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
Cracks began to appear in the mirror as the runes glowed brightly. At the same moment, a massive stream of energy erupted from the mirror, quickly transforming into a violent lightning bolt with a layer of jaws.
'He reflected my own attack back at me!' Wain inwardly exclaimed as he swung his arm.
He created a wall of darkness that split into several dark ghosts with eerie jaws. They pounced on the lightning but were instantly destroyed by the jaws of the lightning.
'Fuck! It didn't just repel it, the lightning became stronger because of the energy of the artifact!' Wain's eyes went wide as he thrust his sword out in front of him.
He had an indestructible weapon, but each defense cost him a large amount of energy, too, he always got some of the damage that went through the sword to him, so he had to minimize the damage.
'Can you handle it?' Wain hastily asked while channeling energy into the dark sword beforehand.