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.
Wain continued to play chess with Reto while talking to Elegan about various topics. After about half an hour, Wain and Reto ended their game in a draw. Wain practically lost, as Reto just didn't leave him much room to move.
"Damn... You did that on purpose, right?" Wain frowned, looking thoughtfully at the chessboard.
"Hah, for someone who holds the title of Nameless King, you play chess pretty badly. Although, I still had to make some effort to bring things to a draw." Reto replied with a sly smile.
"Hmm... I thought I was doing everything right. I don't even understand what went wrong." Wain muttered, rubbing his chin.
Crackling.
The massive doors opened as a man whose body was half-covered with bandages stepped inside. Beside him walked a girl with long black hair, she was in a similar situation.
Wain turned and smiled, "Well, well, I thought you'd be asleep a lot longer, but it looks like you're almost recovered now, doesn't it?"