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.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
Powerful pressure came down on Wain as the monster was unhappy that someone was following him.
"Fuck... This is no good... Against Demigod I don't stand a chance. My head will fly off to the side like Axalt..." Wain muttered with a frowned look as he took a step back.
In response, the monster moved forward. Though the distance between them was great, such a fast and strong creature could overcome it in a few seconds and reach Wain quickly.
"Don't rush away... It won't attack you." The Abyss Artist muttered in a calm voice as his gaze became as sharp as a deadly blade.
"Hmm? What the hell are you talking about? You're safe as only I can see you, but I can't beat a monster on the Demigod Stage, no matter how hard I try. That's too damn bad!" Wain uttered with a serious look as he clenched his hand into a fist.
"Just watch..." Abyss Artist whispered and his eyes became as cold as millennia-old glaciers.