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.
"Oh, is it just me, or does that sword look something like yours?" Sven smirked, glaring at Wain, who was intently watching the fight with his arms crossed on his chest.
Wain raised an eyebrow, "Hm? Are you talking about Gladius?"
Sven nodded silently.
"Yeah, that amazing, indestructible sword that Nameless King himself fights with. A true legend among weapons. If mind weapons had their own society, he'd be king, that's for sure." Sven said with a slight smile.
Wain shrugged, "Maybe, I can't be completely sure of that. However, you're wrong. For one thing, Gael's sword is just a form of his black ash, not a weapon. Second, Gladius and Gael's black ash have different purposes. Gladius is my partner and increases my strength, while the black ash is simply designed to bring only death."