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.
"What is that?" Marlis muttered curiously, looking at the strange spear in Nitra's hands.
"Kind of reminds you of the fight with Polosa, doesn't it?" Wain smirked as he glanced at Sven.
Sven shook his head, "They're different, it's obvious even to a blind man. That spear won't give her regeneration or take anything in return. As far as I know, it's her personal design from parts of the Tree."
Osvald's eyes went wide, "What...? As far as I know, Constructs treat the Tree like something holy. They absolutely have a ban on using it as a material!"
Sven nodded, "Yeah, you're right. The thing is, this spear isn't made from that Tree."
Sven looked calm, but, the things he was talking about were of critical importance. No one among them, not even Wain knew of the existence of the other Tree.
"Hmm?" Marlis's raised an eyebrow in confusion, "In this world somewhere there is a hidden area where there is another Tree only a black one?"