Cain's eyes were cold and sharp. Every breath burned in his chest, every muscle coiled like a drawn bow. He had no time to hesitate—if Osiris managed to escape or call for aid, the opportunity to slay him would vanish like smoke.
He forced his aura to erupt outward, unleashing every reserve of Neo-Demon and Depravita energy within him. The air split with a thunderclap. Black mist and scarlet fire spiraled together around his form, warping space itself. His sword, Sky Devourer, roared in answer.
Imperium drew in the chaos of the battlefield—siphoning radiation, shattered essence, even the remnants of divine energy left by their previous clashes. Every trace of power became fuel, feeding the blade until its edge burned white-hot with annihilation.
Cain vanished, reappearing behind Osiris in a blur of darkness. The sword fell like judgment.
"Aaaahhhh!" A scream tore through the ruins.
