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.
The Forgotten Forest
Alas was serious. He usually preferred to fight with his hands, it was more comfortable for him, and it allowed him to develop greater mobility, but he could not be disrespectful in this battle.
"I am Alas Valxin, crush you!" Alas pointed his spear at the golem as he bowed slightly.
"This is the first time I've seen such a respectful fighter." Ern smiled, "I wouldn't want to fight him. I'd throw up after saying that and especially bowing."
"Huh, Demons and Elves are really quite different, aren't they? You're like two opposites." Wain leaned against the temple wall.
"That's okay. We're all different, though I won't hide it, it pisses me off that the Elves are overly ostentatious." Ern waved his hand.
Roooooooaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr!
Suddenly the Stone Golem roared furiously. The symbols on his body glowed brightly as he attacked. Despite its size, the Stone Golem was quite fast. It reached Alas in a second.