The moment Cain came to a halt, the space around him trembled violently.
The sheer momentum he had carried distorted the air, sending ripples across the sky like waves crashing against an invisible shore. He stood suspended in the heavens, close enough to the capital of the Dark Blood Kingdom to clearly see the scene unfolding below.
His gaze locked onto the main square.
There—
The three Royal Guards were chained.
Satan, Hades, and Morningstar.
Their bodies were battered, their auras weakened, yet they still stood—unbroken. Above them loomed a massive hand forged from darkness, its presence radiating annihilation.
Cain's eyes narrowed slightly.
"In their current condition… a single move from the Dark Blood King's Ancestor Power would be enough to erase them entirely," he thought.
"Body and soul."
For a brief moment, silence settled within him.
Then—
A cold, unwavering determination surfaced.
Cain did not speak.
He showed no visible emotion.
