There was an immense killing intent behind each of Cain's attacks. It certainly did not resemble a mere test—because it wasn't one. Cain had received no command from Divine Calamity or Zoro regarding Black Sand. He had come here of his own volition, not to recruit, but to defeat, steal the man's Inner Universe, and seal his soul within the Scarlet Throne.
His previous words had been nothing but a tactic, designed to mislead Black Sand, to lull him into a false sense of security and prevent him from immediately going all out. Cain had needed time to set the battlefield in his favor, and now, that time had come to an end.
Cain blasted Black Sand from one side of the desert to the other, the red flames swirling around the Shooting Star Dragon Halberd growing stronger and denser with every strike. His momentum built to a terrifying crescendo, until finally it reached its zenith.
"Final March!"
