Cain's eyes sharpened as he took in the state of the battlefield that the Sixth Layer had become. Space-time twisted in great convulsions, collapsing and reforming in violent tides; even a normal Prima Deity would have been ripped apart within hours by the sheer instability as the air itself screamed with distortion.
He knew casualties were inevitable. Yet there was no space for hesitation—not when every warrior behind him had wagered their life on this assault. The only way he could repay their determination and courage was to use every shred of strength he possessed and push toward success.
Without losing even a heartbeat, Cain moved forward. Anark, Zephirax, Amara, Cipher, Arkam, Uriel, and the five strongest Late ArchDeity generals followed him.
Their combined auras rose like supernovas, carving tides of destruction through the swarming spawns, killing hundreds by the second.
