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.
Osvald took a deep breath, completely filling his lungs with air and bringing his massive fists down. He used them like a hammer, whose weight was enough to destroy anything.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
At the same moment, an energy beam emerged from the point of impact, in the form of a pillar heading upwards. The hill was totally destroyed, there was nothing left of the trees or boulders, only dust, and small shards.
"NO!!!" The dragons exclaimed as the energy from Osvald's blow came crashing down on them, trying to channel their uncontrollable power.
'Hah, Osvald may not be the smartest man, he's a long way from Marlis's level, but he can easily come up with a suitable plan during battle.' Wain said inwardly as a smirk appeared on his face.