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.
Everyone strived to achieve the ideal, to become an absolute, but it was impossible. Even if someone removed all the flaws in themselves or their technique, it was just an illusion.
Every person or ability had flaws, and Gael with his fourth giant scar was no exception.
Wind spheres were dangerous tools, and wind blades were deadly weapons, but Ereg already realized what Gael's limitations were.
"Well, well, it looks like you should have ended things much earlier if you wanted to win. When you shot me in the shoulder you should have aimed for the head, then you would have won!" Ereg exclaimed with an excited smile, rising from the ground.
With a wave of his hand, Ereg threw away the wind blades and pointed the ether to his hands. However, this time Ereg decided to create something new rather than just claws or a dense layer covering his fists like flames.