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.
Virion had already used two runes from his Beyond, as well as two unusual weapons, but Wain was sure that his opponent had many more unusual things in his arsenal.
Whooooooooosh.
Virion swung his arm as three fiery circles cut through the ceiling and struck Wain again. He jumped aside, ducking at the last moment.
'Damn... I thought I could get him at least once, but it seems too easy for him. At this rate he can dodge almost indefinitely...' Virion internally muttered before snapping his fingers, 'Well, in that case, it's time to move on to more serious measures.'
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
The flaming Circles stopped suddenly as they hovered in midair. Then, for the first time in a long time, they split up and attacked Wain from three sides.