Bradly managed to halt his charge, dragging his heels across the obsidian floor until sparks flared beneath his feet. His eyes burned like molten oceans, seething with hatred as he looked upon the one who dared stand in his way.
"You!"
The roar echoed through the firmament.
It was him—the one who had humiliated him in the Second Ring. The one who had turned his arrogance into shame and led him into a trap.
"Cain!"
Meylin whispered the name softly, almost unconsciously. She was a warrior of fury and pride, yet in that moment, warmth stirred in her heart. The sight of the Neo-Demon standing before her, like a guardian, filled her with relief.
Cain glanced back at her, offering a brief, quiet smile. Then his eyes sharpened, burning with golden light as Alita and Oni appeared beside him. The two materialized like shadows, their expressions cold, resolute.
