Shakra did not hesitate.
The moment Cain appeared before him, the Eternal Soul King reacted. His hands snapped open, and from his palms surged a spear-like Soul Beast—its body compressed into a razor-sharp form as it lunged straight toward Cain's neck.
Cain's eyes flickered with a meaningful light. The Flow showed him all sorts of patterns he could take to handle the attack.
Moving to the right would be the easiest one, and allow him to land a truly ferocious strike. Yet that was not the path he took.
A slight shift to the left—precise, controlled—just enough to evade the strike. In that instant, his body twisted, gathering every ounce of momentum into his leg.
"WAIT!"
The Nirvana Crown Prince's voice echoed across the battlefield, the urgency in it clear.
But Cain did not stop.
His kick connected.
It slammed into the carbonized part of Shakra's face with devastating force.
"BOOOOM!"
