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.
Whoooooooooooosh.
Powerful streams of wind came from a single point, blowing everything in its path and leaving wide scratches in the tall trees as if from the claws of some wild beast that had gotten out of control.
"What's going on...?" Plant of the Third Chronicle muttered, holding tightly to the tree, trying to resist the wind.
"I don't know... But if the shockwave is that strong, then whoever was in the epicenter is definitely already dead!" His buddy exclaimed, struggling to keep his balance.
Those who couldn't defend themselves and were below Fourth Chronicle were thrown aside, and some were seriously injured by the collision.
Fifth Chronicle ones, defended themselves with barriers as in front of one of them was a shield of many petals that slowly disintegrated in front of the brutal wind.
"This power is unbelievable... Was he really able to survive such a...?" The man muttered in disbelief, staring at the site of the explosion.