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.
"Agh... In order to get two pieces of the key that fit only me, you had to make such sacrifices..." Nameless King muttered with a frustrated look as he glanced at Abyss Artist. He tried to rise to his feet, but he couldn't as he was critically weak.
'Well, it's a good thing you'll be alive too. I sense that your part of the key contains his energy... Damn, I still don't understand how I was able to defeat such an enemy, his power is something that should not exist.' Nameless King wondered as he looked at the six in the room, 'I had allies, so I was able to defeat, but why wasn't my opponent helped by the second one? What happened behind the scene?'
Wain didn't know why, but he could hear the thoughts of the Nameless King, clearly, almost feeling the emotions that Nameless King had then.