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.
The Fiery Angel
"Is that an angel?" Luar exclaimed. He couldn't believe that creatures like angels actually existed.
"Yes, and as you would expect, he is quite powerful. Luar, he has wings and a halo, which means that his blood purity is over 75%. Simply put, he's pretty fucking strong. Don't spare any skills or items if you want to stay alive." Wain said seriously and prepared for battle.
Luar nodded. He felt a powerful and unwavering aura emanating from the angel. He had never encountered such a powerful being before.
Wain decided to see the status of their enemy.
[Zaral Latson
Chronicle: Second
Void: 3]
'Damn, he's Second Chronicle. Do we even stand a chance?' Wain pondered.
His stats were unnaturally high for a First Chronicle creature since he was already well beyond that stage. However, Wain believed that even so, he was weaker than almost all Second Chronicle creatures.