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.
Forgotten was a swordsman, and it was his calling. He devoted himself to the art of the sword and mastered swordsmanship at an excellent level.
Frigus also used the sword in combat, his style was different since he was armed with paired blades, but he still wanted to learn something from Forgotten.
He was a master, and his every move was honed hundreds or thousands of times. Over the course of so much training, he had gained invaluable experience and knowledge that was only available to him.
"Would you like to spar? Huh, in that case, I'll join you too, but later." Wain said and entered the spatial rift.
Forgotten nodded and followed him.
They ended up in the lab and headed for the plane.
'Hmm, strange, the chains didn't bind Forgotten. Perhaps it only works on the island? In that case, isn't the island a separate space?' Wain pondered looking at Forgotten, whom the world did not put any pressure on.