There was no attack or foreign force harming Cain. The overwhelming pressure required to maintain Resurrection had finally exceeded what his mind, soul, and body could withstand—even with Ao continuously infusing vitality into him. His entire being felt strained to the breaking point, his consciousness flickering like a dying flame.
Cain shot one final, icy glare toward the fleeing soul of Divine Calamity as it vanished over the distant horizon. A weary sigh escaped his lips. He did not have enough remaining power to chase after his enemy, but there was still enough strength left within him for another important matter.
His cold gaze turned downward, focusing on the battlefield where the Prima Deities were still locked in deadly combat. Below him, the warriors of the Scarlet Path, led by the Sky Sovereign, radiated excitement and pride, utterly inspired by their king's display of extraordinary power.
