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.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
For more than ten minutes Nicole watched Wain and Frigus fight. Their fight was friendly, but they were both serious as each of their clashes created a powerful shockwave and caused shaking.
Nicole's territory was chosen as the battleground. Here in the dark lands, there was practically nothing but creepy trees, dry trees, and black dust, but these were the places where the strongest monsters were born.
'Hah, this is actually the most suitable place for our duel.' Wain grinned inwardly as he surveyed the battlefield. There were many craters around from their attacks, but gradually the damage disappeared as the cold wind sprinkled them with earth, giving the impression that this area was self-repairing.
Whooooooooooooooah.
Frigus swung his sword at breakneck speed, bringing it down on Wain. It was deadly, but Wain's simple movement was enough to block this attack.
Crack. Crack. Crack.