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 Game of Kings
The Dark Silhouette walked slowly toward Ayla. The monster decided that she would be his first target.
Of course, Keya had teamed up with Ayla, and they were ready to take the hit together, but the others had pulled away from them.
Wain retreated to the left side of the hall while Finch and Dia stood to the left. They watched the fight intently, like spectators in a coliseum.
Wain was curious to see what the Elves would do in a critical situation. They would have to use their most powerful skills to survive.
"Miss Ayla, I think we should use our Beyonds." Keya suggested, and blue energy enveloped her arms.
"Yes, I think so too, but there is no need to hurry. First, we must find out what our opponent is capable of."
Ayla's eyes flashed, and an energy bow and three arrows appeared in her hands. She used all the arrows simultaneously, drew the bowstring, and fired a powerful shot.