"I will admit it… that hurt."
The voice of the Nightmare Sacred King echoed across the scorched battlefield, each word heavy with power and saturated with killing intent. The ruins of the Ninth Realm still burned beneath him, the land fractured and bleeding magma, yet his presence alone seemed to suppress the chaos for a fleeting moment.
"Carving formation of that level into the sky of the Ninth Relm was impressive," he continued, his tone cold and measured, "and harmonizing the souls of billions of Blutlinie… that displays an extraordinary mastery over the Law of Souls."
His figure continued to rise, ascending higher into the sky until he once again stood above Cain, looking down upon him with unmistakable disdain.
"However," he added, his voice sharpening, "against a Fourth Realm life form, it is nothing more than a party trick."
