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 ran toward the massive white mountain as he felt powerful energy fluctuations from there. It could only mean one thing - someone very powerful was there.
'Wain, how much do you know about fencing?' Gladius asked.
'Hmm... My fighting style is quite varied, all forms have different abilities, but I usually use a sword. However, I don't have any serious mastery, I just grip my sword hilt tightly and act instinctively.' Wain inwardly muttered.
'Well, that's all unimportant. That style that I show you are different from anything you might have seen before. Hahahaha, I remember some pseudo-masters saying my style was terrible, but when their heads flew off their shoulders, I was the one laughing!' Gladius exclaimed as he could no longer wait to fight someone.
'Excellent. That's what we need.' Wain nodded.
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