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.
"What are you doing...?" Wain asked in confusion while Abyss Artist continued to wave his brush slowly.
Abyss Artist was controlling his hand, but Wain didn't bother him as he thought it was something important.
'Don't worry. I'm just fulfilling my task, or even... a promise I made to someone a long time ago.' The Abyss Artist uttered with a slight smile on his face as he drew some strange runes in the air.
"Was it the Nameless King?" Wain asked in a serious voice as he let out some aura.
"Yeah. You have no idea how right you are." Abyss Artist said as he drew some more runes.
Gradually the runes and the strokes of darkness began to form something whole. It was like a magical circle, but as if created by hand rather than with energy.
"Hmm? Are you done yet?" Wain uttered in a confusion.