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.
"Your strength never ceases to amaze me." Said Gisle looking at the icy debris behind Wain.
Wain shrugged, "These monsters are weak, but that's from my subjective point of view. I'm sure the small monsters and these minotaurs have already killed millions of people worldwide. Because of the emergence of that white ray, there has been a multiplication of problems in the world."
"Yeah, given the power of those monsters, it will take most people a couple of weeks to rebuild their bases and recover. For about a month, 99% of the world will regain its former power. In other words, we'll stagnate for a month, while the monsters will evolve and get stronger." Pronounced Gisle.
As the leader of an already rather large organization, he understood the consequences of such a massive monster invasion. Even Last Light would have to spend some time rebuilding side bases, healing people, and so on.