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.
In the midst of the desert, a man in a dark cloak, thick black hair, and deep green eyes lay in the snow. His look was emaciated, but there was a contented smile on his face.
"You said I'd have to use 50% of my energy in an hour, right?" Wain muttered while looking at the sun, "Huh, I managed that in fucking forty minutes! I bet you couldn't even imagine that!"
"Well, maybe you were a little faster than I thought, but that doesn't mean anything. There's no need to get cocky. What's more, you're lucky to have such an incredible sword as I do. Even Ascendant Rating swords could hardly withstand the amount of energy you use, they'd just disintegrate into little pieces." Gladius uttered in a serious voice while swaying from side to side.
"Huh, maybe you're right, but I'm not going to stop there anyway." Wain muttered as he looked around.