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.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
"That's a great punch. That's what you should have done all along." Dark Silhouette said while clapping his hands with a sly smile on his face.
"Well... I'm a long way from your level." Light Racer muttered as he looked at the Lizard's corpse.
"Huh, that's true. You wasted too much time, though you could have done it all along." Dark Silhouette muttered as he jumped off the Lizard corpse, "Okay. It was nice meeting you. See you later."
"Hmm? You're just going to leave like that?" Light Racer uttered with a confused look.
"Yeah. Why not? Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Here." Dark Silhouette tossed to Light Racer an amulet with a picture of a jaw.
"What is it?" Light Racer muttered in a puzzled voice while examining the amulet.
"Think of it as a walkie-talkie. Anyway, I'll call you when I need you. Goodbye." The Dark Silhouette waved his hand and left the area through the rift.