Nameless King
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.
Land of the Gods
"Damn... This is unbelievable. I can't even believe you did all this..." Wain uttered with a dazed look while staring at the massive seal.
"Well, we did it together. I'm done now, the overall structure is complete." Abyss Artist said in a calm voice as he pointed to the center of the seal that was blank, "All that's left is to create the catalyst, one last detail is needed."
Step. Step. Step.
Wain headed forward as Abyss Artist guided him. He was puzzled but did as he was told. Wain didn't want any accidental action on his part to ruin this whole structure.
"Great. Now reach forward, then everything will begin." Abyss Artist uttered in a serious manner.
"You're still not going to tell me what's going to happen?" Wain asked as he tilted his head with a slight smile on his face.