The weapon emitted a terrifyingly powerful presence, one that merged flawlessly with the Inferno Daemon as though it had always been part of him. The Primarch of Conquest waved his hand once more, and the Inferno Daemon immediately began moving with savage precision.
He swung the weapon through the air, releasing razor-sharp streams of water capable of slicing apart everything in their path. Each strike resembled the jaws of a colossal shark tearing through flesh and bone, carrying both overwhelming force and terrifying speed.
Cain's eyes widened as pure thrill surged through him.
The strength displayed by the Inferno Daemon far exceeded what should have been possible for someone of his cultivation rank, even for those with a genius-level talent and potential.
Cain could not help but compare it to the Ancestor Drop of the Blutlinie Race, a fragment of their creator that allowed members of the race to unleash battle power far beyond their natural limits.
