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.
'Oh... So all this time there was a puppeteer lurking among the mist... I assumed something like this was possible, but I thought the power of the smoke warriors depended simply on the amount of mist.' Abyss Artist uttered in a thoughtful voice as if he had found an interesting answer to the riddle.
'Well, now I know who I need to fight against to destroy another artifact!' Wain inwardly exclaimed before rushing forward.
He used the seventh form as Abyss Brush was in his hand, but Gladius and his Beyond were still with him as well as the energy of the creepy jaws. So, being a dark flash he got to the smoky warrior the white ghost was hiding behind and swung his sword.
Whoooooooooooosh.
A blade of darkness erupted from the sword, slicing the smoke warrior in two and rushing toward the ghost. It managed to dodge at the last moment, flying aside and heading toward Virion with a frightened look.