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.
"Well, well, things are a lot more interesting than I thought." Wain said with a sly smirk on his face, "First successful attack behind Wolf, what will these two do next?"
Frigus cleaned the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, tossed the broken sword aside, and created a new one.
"I have to admit it was unexpected, I haven't seen anyone faster than me in a long time, it's even kind of weird..." Frigus muttered as he smirked, "Although, that's exactly what I needed to come to my senses."
Whooooooooosh.
Frigus stepped forward as his eyes became like sharp blades. He turned into an icy flash, in a heartbeat reaching Wolf, aiming his sword at his neck.
'Shit! He's actually serious! Wolf inwardly exclaimed exposing a block in front of him as Frigus' sword collided with Wolf's icy blades.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.