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.
"Wain, judging by your aura, you've grown considerably stronger, though it hasn't been long since we last met. How did you manage it?"
"It's simple. I've told you before that we, the humans, are considered a long exiled race. Of course, we are not who they say we are, but our abilities with the exiles are the same since both they and we are of the same race. We can absorb souls quickly without having to purify them. I have recently realized how incredible and even dishonest this ability is."
"Hmm?"
"I mean that if you have enough souls, you can instantly increase your level to the maximum within the Chronicle. No other race is capable of that, only us."
"That makes sense. Many develop quite slowly because they spend a lot of time hunting, but maybe that's just from our point of view." Gisle reflected.
"Yeah, imagine if we had to purge our souls, spend time on it, and only get a fraction of the total energy."