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.
Gladius and Vexa fought for a long time, but it was all just for them, in the real world only a few moments passed in which sparks from the clash of swords flew a few centimeters away.
'I'm all done, now his weapons are definitely ready for the changes that follow.' Gladius said seriously, reporting back on the work done.
'Fine, now it's time for him to get stronger. I'm sure when Gisle reaches the Fifth Chronicle things will change completely.' Wain said inwardly with a slight smile before stepping forward.
Whoooooooooosh.
He swung his sword, throwing Gisle back, then he rushed forward, bringing the sword down on Gisle from above.
'Shit! I won't have time to block!' Gisle exclaimed to himself as suddenly the blade of his katana shone brightly and his reflexes became much clearer.