At first glance, those five treasures seemed almost laughably weak. They emitted no pressure, no aura, not even the faintest ripple of energy. To any ordinary eye, they were nothing more than fragments of broken relics.
Yet as he focused on them, Intu's eyes widened with shock and horror.
"How did you get those!?"
The Soul Cursing King could not restrain his scream. His voice tore through the void, laced with disbelief and a tremor of fear he could not suppress.
Cain did not answer.
Behind his mask, a silent smile formed as the five pieces flashed toward his arms. Two fragments fused over his left arm, three over his right, sealing around his forearms and hands like living armor. They had seemed inert before—mere scraps of ancient metal. But the instant they connected, their true nature awakened.
"BOOOOOOMMMM!"
