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.
"No!" Virion exclaimed as he clenched his hand into a fist with a furious expression. Massive streams of blue fire rushed toward the barrier, burning away the cold darkness infinitely emanating from Wain.
At the same moment, blood spurted from Wain's mouth as all of his wounds, covered in darkness, opened. Waves of pain ran through his body, practically exploding his mind, but then all his attention was focused on something else.
'Damn... This pressure is tearing me apart, he definitely wants to kill me... Well, maybe he can do it, I don't know what happens next, but I have no other choice.' Wain uttered to himself as he reached forward.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.