Serena's figure was soon swallowed up by dust and debris from crumbling buildings as she was carried away by her contract while also holding on to the arm of the (still unnamed!) boy.
Kain didn't just stay behind for a dramatic farewell scene. Rather he stayed behind due to a burning set of eyes that practically burned his skin.
The Wrath-born demigod stood beyond the broken walls of the fortress, half-shrouded in a roiling black fog, four vertical eyes fixed unblinkingly in Kain's direction. Not the fort. Not the fleeing and gradually corrupted soldiers. Not the collapsing sigil arrays. Not even the much stronger demigod hand that had intercepted its last attack
Him.
Kain felt it then—not hostility alone, not bloodlust, but something closer to curiosity sharpened into intent. Like a predator pausing, head tilted, having noticed something unexpected in its prey.
As the demigod Hand said... Kain had caught his eye.
