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.
Where to Find a Weapon?
Whoooooooosh.
The black earth was covered with a dense layer of blue ice as Frigus headed at tremendous speed toward Wain who was already waiting for his attack.
"Gisle partially became the wind, as if for a moment he merged with his weapon, but Frigus has it completely different... Damn, that's beautiful as hell." Wain muttered looking at the blue glow and the snowflakes that began to fall after Frigus attacked.
'I think we need to respond to them accordingly.' Gladius smirked as the runes on his blade flashed brightly.
'Wait. Last time we used only your energy, so now give me a chance to prove myself.' Wain stopped him as he stepped forward, 'After you turned your energy into smoke, I have an interesting idea. Let's see if Frigus is really fearless.'
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.