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... This barrier is dangerous... It easily absorbed your attack as energy swords can easily pass through your coat.' Abyss Artist said in a worried manner.
'Don't worry. I can definitely deal with it, just like before. I'm more worried about what it is?' Wain replied as he stared at the second artifact in Virion's hand.
At his will, the cloud trembled as the blob inside the crystal sphere became completely transparent. At the same time, the artifact disappeared and many small clouds appeared in the arena. They looked like fog, filling everything around them.
'Mist...? Isn't it useless?" Wain inwardly muttered while in confusion as he tilted his head.