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.
"Hahaha, Gael, in the last five hundred years have you forgotten how to fight?" Alucard smirked while looking into his opponent's eyes.
Gael was surprised and could barely contain himself from screaming in pain as Alucard's hands literally destroyed him from the inside out.
Whooooooooooosh.
Alucard's pupils narrowed as his hands became a blur. His palms like spears were plunging into Gael's chest, tearing it apart as flesh and blood flew away.
"No!" Alia exclaimed as she tried to help her teacher, but Krakos held her arms tightly, not even allowing her to move.
"Damn... That's impressive..." Krakos muttered with a dazed look, but he wasn't talking about Alucard at all, "Three Lord attacks are enough to end an average-level Dragon's life forever, but Gael... He has withstood over a hundred attacks already. The strength of his body is actually terrifying."