What appeared before Cain was a being woven from ancient roots—an immense figure of bark-flesh and sprawling wings, its entire body carved from primordial wood and overflowing with brutal, overwhelming strength. Each movement radiated a physical might that could rival, perhaps even surpass, that of Radagon, who now fought above.
"The Ancestor of the Root…?" Cain narrowed his golden eyes. The creature standing between him and the cocoon that held the decapitated head resembled the ancient entity he had glimpsed in Emprik's memories, but something was wrong.
First of all, if it was really the entity he saw in the memories, that punch would have destroyed his body and erased his soul instantly, and not just cracked his skull.
