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.
Power of the Bartender
"Wait!" The girl exclaimed. She was trembling with fear, and cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
"You can't kill me! Hunting a human was an order. Do you really want to piss THEM off?"
"I? Afraid? You seem to be nothing but a pathetic novice who knows nothing of real power." Sven clenched his hand into a fist, and the girl's arms and legs clamped tightly to her body as if they were bound in tight chains.
The girl didn't know what to do. She hoped that her threat would work and Sven would at least let her go and not kill her, but her last hope failed. Despite her words, Sven's eyes were still as cold, and not a shred of fear emanated from him.
"I've already had to remind you once that only well-mannered people come into my bar. The others don't belong here. You'll be the second." Sven said calmly and snapped his finger.