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.
Three of Four
When Wain returned to the golden temple, he immediately decided to try on the cloak. His ring glowed, and the black cloak disappeared. The Wailing Ghost appeared in his hands.
'The description says ghost madness is the curse. So this cloak is completely safe for me, right?' Thought Wain looking at the ghost drawings on the dark blue cape.
Wain was impressed by the description of the item. It was a whole story behind which was the fate of hundreds of creatures.
'This gear is from Sven, no wonder this cloak is the best and most unusual I have, except for Forgotten Monarch's Sword.' Thought Wain and put on the cloak.
The next moment there was the furious shouting of hundreds of spirits. The drawings on the cloak glowed bright blue and turned into phantom copies of ghosts.
Wain was not worried. He was sure that a message was about to appear saying that his Title had neutralized the curse's effects.