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.
After a while, Nicole stopped. She stopped drinking Wain's blood as his wound quickly recovered, however, Nicole did not let go of Wain's hand, as if it was important to her to continue to maintain contact.
The darkness that had left her body slowly began to return to her, filling her with new strength. Nicole was the kind of person who relied on her instincts more than knowledge or training, letting her body sometimes decide what to do on its own.
'Hah, I still don't understand how this girl came to be, or rather why instead of the usual monster in new territory it was her, but Nicole can get very strong.' Wain inwardly muttered looking at Nicole, 'Her body has purposely gotten rid of that darkness temporarily so she can turn my blood into energy and quickly absorb it. It's impressive, especially her speed.'
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.