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.
In the Forgotten Forest, many portals appeared in different places. Both groups and quite strong singles emerged from them, whose auras could terrify anyone.
They were all headed for the same place, the Great Tree. No one would fight, even if they were sworn enemies, because they knew they could settle accounts in the Great Tree.
...
"The seven keys were worth it, weren't they?" Wain muttered while looking around.
"Yeah... This is the best view I've ever seen." Ern muttered, "But... Where should we go? I feel like going to all the places at once."
The Great Tree also had massive islands with unique auras and shapes. To the islands were led floating meteorites or phantom staircases that occasionally appeared and then disappeared.
"Isn't it obvious?" Alas muttered as he looked up, "I'm sure all of you feel it as I do. We need to get to the top. That's where the Royal Spirit is."