Cain could not tear his gaze from the Crimson Exarch. The man stood utterly still, yet his presence pulsed with power, his body, energy, and soul attuning perfectly to the rhythm of The Flow that permeated reality.
Then, by mimicking the frequency of the energy shot he had just absorbed and loaded into his gun, the Exarch pulled the trigger again. The air shuddered. The Flow obeyed his command, shaping itself into a new blast of condensed light.
It was as though he were infusing the endless Flow with the might of flawless order.
The second shot followed swiftly, carrying about eighty percent of the original's power. That was a destructive might still within the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank!
And even that wasn't the end. The Crimson Exarch attuned once more to the surrounding Flow and fired again, a third shot, this time with sixty percent of the initial force. Then a fourth. Then a fifth.
