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.
"What the fuck?" Wain exclaimed, looking up at the magic circle high in the sky.
He didn't expect the Wyvern to decide to attack him from that distance. There were several kilometers between them, but that didn't stop one of the four beasts from springing into action.
There were few humans in the ice-land territory at the time. Wain was the only one who sneaked closer to the center.
The others hesitated to enter further. No one wanted to die and risk their lives, they wanted to learn more about their enemies and the island first.
Wain, the ice cliffs, and a few monsters were the only ones who could suffer a wyvern attack.
Crackle.
The magic circle ostensibly glowed, and several blue flashes flew out of it. Wain prepared to dodge, but they flew not toward him but toward the hills in the distance. There were three hills in all, and on each of them flew a huge tomb of ice.