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! You said this dome was impossible to break, didn't you? Then how's that for you!" Wain exclaimed with excited looks while looking at the many crimson shards falling to the ground. They looked as if a huge mirror had shattered as Wain was underneath it.
Whoooooooooosh.
The barrier of white flame vanished, revealing Virion's displeased face. He said nothing, just pointed at Wain with a deadly look.
At the same moment, the two knights, Fire, and Lightning, lunged forward. Their weight was immense, so their every move sent a jolt through them as if a small earthquake had begun.
"Well, well, looks like someone completely underestimated me." Wain uttered with a sly smile on his face as he jumped back.
Earlier, his movements had been severely restricted by the dome, but now nothing prevented him from moving quietly, except for the part of the arena where the beast with the wreckage of the Gladius was imprisoned.