The Overseer's eyes narrowed, sharp as blades of gold, as he tried and failed to discern the sword's shifting frequency. He realized too late that he could not evade the strike. The distance was gone, the Flow around them already distorted by the Neo-Demon's overwhelming presence.
But even at the edge of defeat, the Overseer was not without options. His expression hardened into perfect focus, his essence aligning with the blade of his double-edged polearm. The weapon hummed with divine intent, each vibration so sharp it made the air tremble. The very fabric of reality unspooled beneath his weapon's edge as he unleashed a strike that could sever the Flow itself.
Cain's eyes widened in grim recognition. The Overseer's weapon could cleave through energy, matter, and existence alike, leaving only hollow nothingness in its wake. There was no way to block it. If Cain continued his strike, that blow would tear through his body as though he were made of paper.
