Cain stood in the air as if the sky itself were a marble floor built for him alone. His posture was straight, calm, almost ceremonial, his long coat drifting like a royal banner behind him while his crimson eyes looked down on the Moonshade Family military camp.
From above, the scene was chaos painted in blood and holy light. Cornelia was still roaring, her voice raw and feral, shaking the tents and shattered ground as she tore through the space between her and the seven remaining humans again and again.
Cain watched in silence for a moment.
She hasn't calmed down yet, he thought, his gaze softening despite the carnage. She's still starving. Still lost in the blood haze.
Below him, the humans were barely standing.
Their armor was cracked and scorched. Their breathing was ragged. Sweat mixed with blood on their faces as they staggered back, weapons trembling in their hands. One of them fell to a knee, gasping, his shield clattering to the ground.
