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.
Crackle.
Frigus crawled out from under the rubble with a bloody face as he released his full aura, but instead of attacking, his sword fell out of his hands, and his eyes widened.
"Wain... How did you do that..." Frigus muttered while in disbelief, "That girl is so damn strong... Why is she hugging you? Is it some kind of hold?"
"No..." Zero shook her head, "Is your heart as cold as ice, too? Can't you see she's smiling as though a child?"
"Hey, will you let me go already?" Wain muttered with an awkward look.
"I don't want to!" The girl suddenly said as she shook her head with pouting cheeks.
'Somebody save me...' Wain muttered inwardly, then shook his head and put his hand on the girl's head.
"Why are you here?" Wain asked with a faint smile on his face.
"Ah...? Why am I here...?" The girl mumbled as she put a finger to her lips in a thoughtful manner, "I... I don't know."