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.
Alice attacked. Her eyes were as calm as her aura. She swung her scythe as the dark blade swept toward the snake.
The monster reacted immediately. It twisted and easily dodged the blade. Alice attacked again, but suddenly the snake's tail came crashing down on her. She reflexively raised her scythe above her as she blocked the blow, but she could hardly keep from falling. Her legs trembled, and cracks appeared on the ground.
"Huh, I thought she could easily take a punch like that." Wain muttered.
"Well... She's only fought me before. She's probably not used to fighting against a monster, especially snakes. It has no arms or legs, just a long tail and a pair of sharp fangs. By the way... we might be in trouble..." Ern's eyes went wide.
"What is it?" Erza stared at him.
"Damn, if that snake is poisonous, Alice is going to be bad, we might not have the right medicine."
"Shall we go save her?" Wain hesitated.