Two impossibly powerful God Emperor beasts, each possessing the raw, unadulterated might of a Middle Stage God Emperor, had been utterly dismantled in just a few, terrifyingly casual moves.
Cain slowly descended, his boots touching the pulverized, bone-dust-covered ground as a faint, hissing rain of black blood and pulverized gore pattered around him. He was panting, but only slightly, the exertion more of a pleasant warmth than true exhaustion.
To completely and simultaneously overpower two such primordial-level foes was a draining task, even for him. He felt the vast reserves of his Chaos Energy, Astral force, and soul power dip. But even as he stood there, his body was already roaring back to life. Golden, complex Immortal Monarch Runes pulsed faintly across his skin, a divine engine of recovery. A natural suction force pulsed out from him and began to greedily absorb the ambient, ancient energy of the Dawn of Era site, replenishing what was lost at a visible rate.
