The battlefield remained quiet for several seconds after Cain finished speaking.
The Emperor powerhouses stood scattered across the ruined ground, their breathing heavy, their bodies aching from the long battle that had drained nearly all the strength they possessed. The Devouring Blood Tree loomed behind Cain like a living mountain made from flesh and crimson bark. Its endless branches stretched high into the dark sky of the Nightmare Realm while its countless tentacles moved slowly across the battlefield like snakes waiting for the moment to strike.
The old rabbit finally broke the silence.
His ears trembled slightly as he stared up at Cain.
His voice came out hoarse.
"What… are you?"
The question hung in the air.
