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 Vanished Forest
Wain left Virfal and visited his Void, the Forest of Frozen Dreams. The auction was still a day and a half away, and Wain wanted to accumulate enough Void Souls to buy something of value.
He had almost thirty thousand Void Souls, but Wain didn't think it was enough. His main goal so far was to increase his blood purity, and for that, he needed to get a high ranking Bloodstone.
Wain was going to go to the arenas and fight in them for half a day and then go to Nord, but before that, he went to the woods, to Reto.
As always, Reto was in his castle, drinking red wine and enjoying the beautiful views. He was, by nature, a rather quiet, cunning, and lazy man. Reto preferred to rest and immerse himself in thoughts than to trouble himself with training. In part, he could afford it because of the unusual attribute.
"I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?" Reto said, looking at Wain walking in his direction.