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.
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Whoooooooooosh.
For some time now Wain has been fighting against tentacles, eye-monsters, and lightning beasts, but he still hasn't defeated a single enemy, on the contrary, there are only more monsters. Now, instead of eleven eye-monsters, there were thirty as Wain still did not understand how he could get rid of the tentacles.
'Damn... Gradually I'm starting to get tired... I thought my jaws could completely destroy the tentacles by eating their energy, but even so, they keep regenerating.' Wain muttered inwardly as he glanced at Virion.
Virion had spent a lot of energy over the past few minutes controlling each tentacle, so faint exhaustion was evident in his gaze, though he tried his best to hide it.
The area around the glowing tree was almost destroyed, as along with the forest, it was now a lifeless wasteland. Every laser blast destroyed an area the size of a mansion, so in time even all the monsters fled from the tree.