Cain's eyes were cold as he redirected every ounce of stolen momentum and power, every trace of dispersed weight, and every fragment of stasis force into the Blade of the End of Times.
Combining his power and the one he took from Intu into the weapon made the blade tremble as if it were able to burst into pieces, yet it endured, allowing Cain to strike with a power that surpassed the Limit Alpha Omega Overgod Rank!
Without mercy or hesitation, he slashed down with everything he had.
"ZNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
The sound of space tearing apart echoed across the firmament as the blade cleaved through Intu's body, sundering him in half from shoulder to waist.
For a fraction of a second, even Cain's eyes widened.
The power behind that strike had been immense—augmented by White Mantle, reinforced by Light of the Flow, and sharpened by the Quietus Force. It should have been more than enough to cripple a Limit Alpha Omega Overgod, but this was too much.
Something felt wrong.
