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.
Felix accepted Wain's gift with as much gratitude as he was capable of. Because of the events that had occurred, Felix had slightly forgotten who Wain really was, but he understood that it was pure energy from the Nameless King himself, especially for him.
'Agh... I thought I would have to steal from other zones for many more years before I found something that could help me break through to the next stage... Well, today is definitely a fateful day for me.' Felix inwardly muttered looking at the disappearing dark orb inside the water dome.
"So... It's time to go back, right?" Reto asked as he looked around Felix's treasure trove, "Damn... How are we going to carry all this?"