The feeling of danger wrapped around him like a blanket of frost, seeping into both his mind and body.
He moved on instinct, controlling the golden blade he was riding on to dart to the side.
A split second later, he looked behind him.
An enormous groove filled with grotesquely mangled bodies and shattered rock had been carved in the ground below.
"Freaking hell..." He muttered.
This was not something he was supposed to be amazed by. It had nearly sent him on a two-way trip to the Othershore.
Although he had survived, he was now very sure that the lofty Devil floated a long ways above him was aware of his presence and had just tried to kill him.
'But what was that spell just now? An invincible blade? No— that was a spatial blade, similar to that monster, Stingè's spell.'
Cain's brows furrowed.
Dealing with creatures that could manipulate space offensively was never a fun time.
As he recalled, he had been killed in that battle as well.