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.
'What the hell is it...?' Wain inwardly muttered with wide eyes.
In the center of the arena, in a circle, an unusual creature with an eerie aura walked slowly, its every step shaking the ground. The creature had two strange wings, one was white and dragon-like, while the other was like the wing of an angel, but black as tar.
The creature's body was covered with gray scales as long sharp bones protruded from its elbows and knees. On its paws were deadly claws that could cut through anything and terrifying fangs that protruded slightly from behind its mouth.
'Is that the Dragon...? What happened to it?" Wain wondered while staring intently at the creature.
Parts of its body were severely damaged, as ribs, weathered flesh, and long-dried blood were visible. The creature could still move around, but it was obvious that it is long dead or critically injured.
'No. It's much worse than that.' Gladius said in a deadly serious voice.