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.
"ARGH!!!"
Wain screamed out in pain, but Felix that was standing next to him didn't hear it. Wain barely opened his eyes as he saw his Soul Temple up close.
"What's going on here...?" Wain muttered while in disbelief.
It seemed to him as if his consciousness had separated from his body that was being altered by the effects of the darkness.
Wain turned around as he tried to find some of the Forms, but there was no one here, nor Blind Sorcerer, nor Light Racer, nor Gladius. In the endless space remained, only he, Soul Temple, and the terrifying dark soul.
"Where is everyone? Damn, this is crazy... but I don't seem to have any other choice." Wain uttered, shook his head, and rose from the ground.
He walked slowly toward the Temple while streams of darkness surrounded him like a veil. Unlike the wild monsters Felix fought, this energy was calm and powerful as though everything superfluous had been removed.