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.
Tunnels
"Why...?" Irma muttered in disbelief, "Haven't I gotten strong enough?"
Irma put all her strength into that punch, as well as what she had managed to learn from Osvald these past few days. Her technique was much better now than when she fought the Hunter, but still, Wain didn't even move.
"Of course, compared to when we first met, you're on a completely different level, but obviously, you still have a lot to achieve. Look." Wain pointed to Irma's fist.
Her fist was bleeding slightly and was covered in small scratches as if Irma had struck a steel beam, not a person.
"Now, do you see why it makes no sense for you to come with us? I'm sure there are some pretty strong men among the hunters, and to them, you're nothing more than a space." Wain said calmly.
Irma nodded and stepped aside.
"I'm sorry for acting overconfident. I actually was stupid." Irma bowed.
Wain nodded and walked away silently.