Cain and Meylin surged forward at shocking speeds, defying conventional limits. Cain moved first, each stride brutally tearing through the fabric of space itself, leaving behind rippling distortions that stretched and cracked under the immense force of his advance.
Meylin moved in tandem, yet her approach was entirely different; space held no meaning for her. She assumed an ethereal form, shimmering like a mirage, effortlessly phasing between dimensions. Reality seemed to ripple gently around her ghostly presence as she glided through barriers no physical entity could bypass.
The Beast God's eyes sharpened dramatically, shifting from normal irises into blade-like slits. Each eye moved independently, meticulously tracking the intricate and lightning-fast maneuvers of the Depravita and the Neo-Demon. The precision of Lucius' observation was terrifying—he anticipated their movements with chilling certainty.
