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.
Each Void, regardless of its size, was in the background of the World of Darkness only a small sphere within which an entire world could be found. Other zones could see each other in the midst of the vast darkness, and those that crossed into the Fifth Chronicle were especially bright.
"Damn, that's a lot of energy. There seems to be a very strong core inside this zone, doesn't it?" The massive Wolf with the wide scar on his chest muttered looking at the gray orb from which an enormous amount of black energy was emanating.
There were many other spheres floating around him, all different colors and sizes, but none of them had as much energy as the one he was looking at.
"Hah, it might be dangerous, but considering they're just moving into the Fifth Chronicle, it'll be easy prey! Hahaha, idiots! You should have taken care of the defense when promoting Chronicle!" The wolf laughed angrily, already practically tasting the prey.
Crackle.