Shakra's energy erupted.
Dozens of Soul Beasts surged into existence around him, their forms coalescing from pure soul force. Though none of them matched Ragnarok in raw power, each was still immensely strong—more than enough to threaten even someone like Cain.
Yet instead of meeting them head-on…
Cain moved.
His eyes glowed with golden light as his body blurred across the battlefield, weaving from one direction to another. He did not strike recklessly, nor did he attempt to overwhelm his enemies.
He was buying time.
Waiting.
Waiting for the Nirvana Crown Prince to recover.
That realization only infuriated the Eternal Soul King.
Shakra's expression darkened as he waved his hand repeatedly, commanding the Soul Beasts with increasing urgency. They shifted formations seamlessly—encirclements, layered assaults, predictive traps—each one designed to corner and eliminate a King-tier opponent.
Against anyone else…
It would have worked.
But the Red King was different.
