Desire is born of strife. The reverse is also the case...
Riches, glory, fame, lust, resources...
Things of desire that could birth strife.
Blood was finally being spilt.
And the more blood was washed into and mixed with the rain, the greater the ferocity of the battle.
However, up there in the sky, Cain was too busy surviving a rather headache-inducing ordeal.
'This guy is simply too damn hardy!'
The Stone Ox King, like his name suggested, was a creature that defied logic and reason, even more so in this world where logic has long been thrown out the window.
Cain's eyes narrowed. If there had ever been a physical representation of indomitable, it would be this guy.
Cain prided himself in his incredible attack potency.
However, it all seemed completely useless in the face of this guy.
And that was thanks to the blessing of the Ox King— originating from a constellation that worshipped and accepted the Crimson Lady of the Night as its god.
