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.
The stair was long as it stopped in front of the moon which seemed impossibly far away.
"Huh, that looks pretty damn magical." Wain grinned as he removed his hand from the glowing disk and looked up at the stairs, "I thought in the last zone I'd have to fight to the death, it was supposed to be a dangerous place, but... it's so much better."
Step.
Wain stepped onto the stairs and slowly headed toward the top. Marlis looked at the altar, then at Wain, and with a slight nod followed him. In her rather long life, she had been to hundreds of different areas, but she had never seen anything like this.
"What do you think is going to happen now?" Marlis asked with a curious and worried look while looking around.
"I don't know, we're going straight to the moon in such a weird zone... I don't know how long it'll take us to just get to it... Although, it doesn't really look like the moon." Wain said with a slight smile on his face as he sped up.