"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"
The moment those words left Cain's mouth, the entire sky above the Ninth Realm began to change.
The suffocating darkness cast by the Nightmare Sacred King shattered like fragile glass, replaced by a vast and radiant formation that stretched across the firmament. It was so immense that it seemed to encompass the entire realm, its structure layered with countless intersecting lines of power, each one pulsing with a terrifying intensity.
The Nightmare Sacred King's gaze sharpened as he forced his mind back into focus, casting aside the lingering traces of fear and confusion that Cain's eyes had awakened within him. For a brief instant, something ancient and instinctive had stirred in his soul—but now it was gone, buried beneath arrogance and millions of years of absolute dominance.
He looked up at the formation with open disdain.
