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.
Wain took the flower as the temple trembled. Debris from the walls tumbled to the ground. The temple could collapse at any moment.
"Let's get out of here!" Wain shouted.
"Yes!"
They ran out of the temple at the last moment, the supports failed, and the temple became a pile of rubble.
"We got the spear and the strange flower, those aren't bad rewards, but what do we do next?" Ern asked, "Honestly, I want something unusual for myself too. Do all the Spirits with red wings hide out in temples like this?"
"I don't think so. Most likely, the Forgotten Forest has a core or something like that. Surely that's where all the most valuable things are located." Alas muttered.
Booooooooom.
Suddenly there was an explosion somewhere.
"What's going on?" Alas turned around.
Smoke was billowing in the distance on a huge island as if from a massive fire.