"CRACK!"
The golden lotus fractured.
In the next instant, it shattered into countless fragments—but they did not vanish. Each piece remained suspended in the air, glowing faintly as if still bound by an unseen force.
Behind them, the massive plasma wings began to recede. Their brilliance dimmed, their size shrinking as they folded inward and settled onto the back of the Scarlet King.
Cain stood at the center of the devastation.
His eyes were cold.
Locked onto Damian.
In his pursuit of understanding—his obsession with deciphering the principles behind the Ancestor Domain—he had grown careless. He had dominated the battle for too long, and somewhere along the way, his mind had begun to underestimate the danger Damian posed.
That single lapse had forced his hand.
Forced him to reveal one of his greatest trump cards.
The Wings of Chaos.
