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.
The Colosseum had completely changed, becoming the place where even the last battle in this world could take place - an absolutely majestic and grandiose event for which a suitable arena was needed.
"Well, well, coming here I didn't expect this kind of outcome at all. It actually looks beautiful." Gael muttered with a slight smile on his face looking at the soaring scarlet lanterns flying over the arena.
Ereg nodded, "That's impressive... I didn't even realize the Colosseum was capable of something like that, though... Just this situation was necessary for us to find out."
"Yeah, it looks like it. Toward the end of our fight, our power level would have grown so much that the colosseum would break from our every attack. However... now I think the situation is quite different."