The sword and halberd began to charge with power.
Energy surged around them in violent waves, bursting into roaring flames and spiraling temporal distortions that made the sky tremble and warp. Even the clouds were torn apart by the pressure, leaving behind scars of fractured light.
Eonar and Lortar had already reached the same conclusion.
Getting close to the Scarlet King was suicide.
Within his domain, their minds slowed, their reactions dulled, and their movements lagged—yet the most terrifying part was that they could not even perceive it happening. A power they could not sense was a power they could not resist.
Thus, their only viable option was distance.
Although both were kings forged through endless melee combat, the sheer magnitude of their long-range attacks was still enough to annihilate a Late Alpha–Omega Overgod—especially if they struck together.
Cain saw their plan the moment their weapons began to hum.
He simply smiled.
