Cain had no idea of the ordeal Meylin had endured.
Their True Names remained bound, a sacred tether allowing their powers to intertwine across worlds. Yet, within the Sacred Dimension, even that bond was silenced. The dimension's laws were ancient and absolute — not even True Names could pierce its isolation. And even if Cain somehow sensed her peril, he could not have come to her aid. He was, after all, far from free himself.
"BOOOOOOM!"
An explosion of dark scarlet flames roared through the chamber, consuming everything in light and heat. Cain's sword cleaved into the crystalline floor, sending fractures racing across the ground like veins of molten glass.
He frowned, eyes narrowing. His strike had missed.
A blur of white darted through the air — his enemy, moving at a speed that defied comprehension. Cain's perception stretched to its limit, his awareness spreading like ripples through the chamber, and still, all he could see was a streak of light flickering around him.
