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.
Whooooooooosh.
Wain walked through the paintings as he found himself on top of a hill with tall, dense green grass that offered a beautiful view of Lands of the Gods.
"Unbelievable..." Wain muttered while in disbelief as a massive scarlet pillar of energy appeared in the distance as if from blood, "The Gods actually live here?"
'Yeah... However, you have to understand something. God is not some invincible being, it's more complicated than you imagine.' Abyss Artist said in a serious voice as he separated from Wain and appeared beside the tree, leaning against it.
'Well, then be kind enough to tell me more about it. Since it seems best not to rush into action now." Wain said as an excited smile appeared on his face.