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.
"Fate... It has always been against me..." Suddenly Wain spoke as he was barely audible, but his calm voice made the monster flinch with wide-open eyes.
"What...? Ah, yeah... I gave you time to say your last words." The monster smirked as his hand headed forward, "Well, your time is up!"
"No... Those aren't my last words at all, I'm just complaining a little about how stupid I've been." Wain uttered in a calm voice as the world stopped.
The spear was moving toward him with tremendous speed, causing ripples in the air, but now it was moving at the speed of a snail. It was all about Wain's perception as now he was focused only on his thoughts and the pleasant feeling of the cool water that touched his fingers.
'It was my destiny to die in the beginning, but I was able to deal with it, though unknowingly, I opened a portal to another world.' Wain muttered inwardly as he glanced at the streams of water slowly flowing down.