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.
Whoooooooooosh.
Wain jumped high up creating a platform of darkness beneath him to push off of it and advance further. Frigus was puzzled by Wain's last words, but he decided to wait until everyone was gathered together to ask his questions.
'Agh, I wonder what I would do if not this man had one day decided to own this Void? At best I'd be a mere monster, though more likely I'd just die like most.' Frigus muttered inwardly with a bitter smile before stepping forward.
He was a monster, so under the right circumstances, he could evolve very quickly, even faster than the humans, however, this was also the reason why for every person from the Pillars killed, there were at least a hundred monsters. Their lives were hard and dangerous, and only one in thousands could hope to be rewarded for their sacrifices.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.