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.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
The energy among the thunderclouds reached its limit as dozens of black thunderbolts rained down on the left side of the arena. They simultaneously rained down, carrying with them a charge powerful enough to hurt the Fifth Chronicle monster.
The central lightning bolts joined together in a few massive ones while the rest destroyed the ground beside Reidar, leaving wide craters and cracks in it that caused one of the pagodas to tilt.
Whoooooooosh.
Reidar jumped high up, heading straight for the main lightning bolts. He was quite strong, but a direct hit from such an attack would surely have critically wounded him, but even so, his gaze was perfectly calm and as cold as thousand-year-old glaciers.