Each claw of Jörmungandr pierced deep into Leviathan's flesh and muscle, talons like sickles tearing through his draconic frame. Yet the physical wounds were not the most dangerous part. The claws carried a strange, grey energy—an aura that seemed to freeze the very particles of Cain's Alter-Ego. Wherever it spread, the flow of time fractured. If that energy reached his heart or brain, it could stop the circulation of his essence entirely, shutting down his will and mind.
It became immediately clear to Cain. Azazel's Liberación Total did not merely amplify his physical might—it had elevated his mastery of time itself. The stasis energy of Jörmungandr was more lethal now than ever before.
But Cain was not one to lie down and accept defeat.
Even as Jörmungandr's claws raked across his chest, Leviathan's massive left hand clamped down on the serpent's skull. With a roar that shook the firmament, his right hand hammered downward.
"BOOOOM!"
