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.
Polosa and Sven hovered high above the ground, even the clouds were below them. At this height, they could fight at full strength, and only the shockwaves from which the stronger mates could protect them would reach the common people.
"Looks like we need to change the angle a bit." Marlis muttered, looked up, and jumped, leaving particles of green flame behind her.
Osvald smirked as he followed her. Arden stayed where he was, but after a short delay, he joined them. Deep down inside he knew that everything was already certain, the Queen he had served for hundreds of years had no chance against a monster capable of consuming everything in its path.
'Sven Hellem... Your power is incredible... I am quite close to the Transcendence Stage, I only need a few hundred more years to reach it, however, there is no way I can match you.' Arden inwardly muttered looking at Sven's cold face.