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.
Nothing
Sven, Osvald, and Marlis headed down into the depths of the castle. There were wide passageways with many pillars, most of which were ruined. They led to different passages, but Sven followed exactly the same path since he knew what he wanted to find.
"Hey, are you sure we need this? Isn't it better to leave this place alone? Nothing's happened here for five hundred years, so it's better not to interfere, isn't it?" Marlis asked with a confused look as she tilted her head.
"Soon the rest of the Arkans will come here, and I would not want a battle of historical proportions to happen here again. They could have gotten here before the barriers were removed if they wanted to, but... it wasn't necessary. I'm sure they would have wanted to wait a few hundred more years until enough energy had gathered." Sven uttered with serious looks as he approached the massive gate.