The power of Nihility dissolved the woman's mask like frost melting before the sun, revealing a face that was shockingly, almost painfully beautiful. She was beyond gorgeous—features carved as though by divine hands, eyes gleaming with a haunting allure. Yet her beauty meant nothing to Cain. It was irrelevant to his purpose, to the task before him. He had unleashed the full might of his cultivation, and he would not falter.
Her name was Soul Witch, an Early ArchDeity whose talent lay in soul-weaving. She could fuse souls together, twisting them into horrors—living constructs of agony and obedience. Some whispered that she had created entire legions out of nothing but the remnants of fallen cities.
