Cain's eyes glowed brighter and brighter.
He could see it.
The opening.
The way forward.
The path to victory.
With the assistance of the Emperor of Conquest—the entity born of the willpower of trillions of life forms, bound together by the Power of Chaos—Cain had begun to dominate the battle. Their perfect coordination had pushed the Incarnation of the Samsara Lord into an increasingly desperate situation.
Even in a two-versus-one battle, however, the Incarnation demonstrated an incredible level of combat skill.
It dodged one lethal attack after another, moving with an instinctive precision that bordered on perfection. Every time Cain or the Emperor of Conquest created what should have been an unavoidable opening, the Incarnation somehow found a way to escape.
But that was all it could do.
Survive.
It could avoid death, but it could no longer launch a meaningful counterattack against the flawless teamwork of the two monsters standing before it.
