'It fled,' Cain's mind concluded, his thoughts as cold and sharp as a shard of glacial ice.
His Chaos Mind replayed the torrent of memories he had forcibly ripped from the two Chaos Origin disciples.
The entity they called the "Wraith" was a being of profound, ancient malice, a collective of resentment from a long-dead era. It was intelligent, cunning, and powerful... but it was also, at its core, a coward. It had used the corrupted beasts and the two disciples as disposable probes.
And when that probe was not just broken, but utterly, terrifyingly devoured, the Wraith had not hesitated. It had instantly dissolved its presence, a wisp of its soul melting back into the deepest, darkest, and most primordial recesses of the Epoch Forest, vanishing like a drop of poison in an endless, black ocean.
