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.
"These two are pretty interesting. A lonely Inerian and a member of a long-vanished race." The green-eyed Spirit grinned.
"Yeah, the development of their relationship is even more important than the ordeal, ahahaha." Yellow-Eyed Spirit laughed.
"Hey, you should be a little more serious. This is our test, after all."
"Blue-Eyed, we're not a Spirit Temple anyway. Only a small part of it is kept here." Red-eyed Spirit said.
"But, it's still very important. Because of it, we can still be here." The purple-eyed Spirit spoke quietly.
"White-eyed, you're surprisingly quiet, is something wrong?" The orange-eyed Spirit asked.
"No, nothing's wrong... I just think things are probably a lot more interesting than we think."
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Whooooooosh.
The energy blade came down on Wain, and he bounced to the side. Erza's fists went up in flames, and she instantly attacked the White Spirit, but he blocked her attack with his arm.