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.
Wain as well as all his friends had long ago passed many barriers as all of them were either in Fourth Chronicle or Fifth Chronicle, but Wain understood that they were a minority. The general mass of people hadn't even reached Second Chronicle yet, so it was strange for him to see a Third Chronicle skeleton, which was a pretty impressive level of strength, trimming a bush or dusting a stone road.
"Well, when I saw that I was surprised too." Frigus said with a slightly pale face, "Monsters are supposed to fight, but... it's like a whole different world here."
"These skeletons were created by Sarras." Edena spoke as she waved her hand, "When he reached the Fifth Chronicle he can now create as many skeletons as he wants."
"Yeah, as far as I know now he's trying to learn how to create Fourth Chronicle undead faster as well as Fifth Chronicle." Lui Bu nodded his head with a curious look.