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.
'Hmm? Are you going to help me at all? Instead of this silly talk, you'd better think of something! I already know I have a lot of energy! You're just so obvious!' Nicole exclaimed grudgingly as she looked reproachfully at Erder.
Step. Step. Step.
Gaur paced slowly in her direction, spinning his sickle in his hand. The currents of wind swirled around him, preventing any sudden attack Nicole might have made.
"Well, well, it looks like your powers are coming to an end. I've never seen anyone lose so much blood but still stay on their feet, it's actually amazing." Gaur said calmly as he pointed at Nicole.
A small puddle of blood had already accumulated beneath her feet, splitting into several pieces, and flowing among the black earth.
Nicole didn't say anything, she just prepared to fight, putting the scythe out in front of her.