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.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
Streams of amber flame continued to pursue Zandar, destroying the arena along the way, which was almost instantly restored. The Colosseum was practically a living creature, so it adjusted to the changes and preferences of the fighters, especially if it was someone from the Top 10.
"Zandar! You can't escape my flames!" Odvar exclaimed as he extended his hand forward with an open palm.
At the same time, massive streams of flame split into dozens of thin strands that attacked Zandar from different directions.
Whooooosh.
He jumped aside at the last moment as the fiery strands shredded the ground and melted it because the temperature was too high.
"Odvar... You put so much emotion into your attacks as always... Is it worth acting so actively in the beginning?" Zandar uttered with a calm look before bouncing off the wall.