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.
The minds of humans and those of weapons were different, so if Gladius needed it he could slow his consciousness to almost infinity which allowed him to talk quietly to Vexa while sparks flew sideways at turtle speed in the real world.
"What are you going to do...?" Vexa's eyes went wide as she took a few steps back.
"Nothing bad, though I think you'll hate me at first." Gladius shrugged exhaling a puff of smoke, "It doesn't fuck me either way. Gisle was just beaten by Wain to get a chance to make contact with you, so now it's your turn."
"Agh...?" Vexa got goosebumps from Gladius' cold stare, "What's the point? What are you going to teach me? I'm already doing everything I'm capable of! I'm fighting you with Gisle's hands!"
Gladius grinned taking the cigarette out of his mouth, "Exactly, you're supposed to be helping him, not just being a katana in his hands. He might as well pick up a stick from the ground and not feel the difference."