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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.

Arlemit · Fantasia
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1149 Chs

Needle

Sven spent all his energy to create one single thing - an unusual weapon in the shape of a huge needle that floated above his palm.

"What is that...?" Birit muttered as he grew alert, and the flames on his armor intensified.

"Let's just say... It's my real weapon, something I haven't used in years and didn't think I could use before the war, but I'm glad you turned out so much stronger than I thought." Sven muttered quietly before clutching the needle firmly to the underside.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

At the same moment, a massive stream of white energy burst from Sven's body that made his mantle and hair flutter.

"Get ready. This is the best I can do without using my Form, so I suggest you enjoy your last moments of life." Sven said coldly as he stepped forward.