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.
"So... What are you going to do now?" Ceozi asked as she popped a few pills into her mouth.
"Well... That's a good question." Wain smiled, ran his finger over the anvil, and sat down on it, "I actually have to meet my friends since I haven't seen them in a long time, but right now, all I can think about is battles."
"Huh, are you really that influenced by the gear I created?" Ceozi smirked before rising.
Wain didn't answer as he just smiled, but to Ceozi, it was the best answer.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
Suddenly the cave shuddered as small stones with dust sprinkled from above.
"What's going on? Is someone fighting near the mountain?" Wain muttered with a confused look as he looked up.
"No! Special artifacts are set up around the cave that scares monsters away from this place, so... someone attacked us personally!" Ceozi exclaimed, unleashed her aura, and prepared to fight.
Crackle.