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 the hell...? He just killed a Fifth Chronicle monster like that...? Is that normal for someone who is in the Fourth Chronicle...?' Wein muttered inwardly while in disbelief. He understood that Virion was strong, but it seemed to him that the gap between the Fourth Chronicle and the Fifth Chronicle was too great, it was significantly different from the other Chronicles.
'Don't make a big deal about it.' Abyss Artist uttered in a calm voice, 'Its strength has increased, but when you use your Beyond such weak Fifth Chronicle monsters will no longer be a problem for you. You two are really the exception to the rule.'
Step. Step. Step.
Virion turned to Wain as he stared intently into his eyes, as though trying to pierce him, then with an ice-cold look Virion asked, "Nameless... No, Wain Norheim, you are a unique person in many ways, but only now did I realize that you also have a unique flaw, do you not?"