"I only destroyed his body and soul. He'll still come back."
Cain smiled faintly as he spoke, though pride flickered in his golden eyes. For all his composure, he couldn't fully mask it. Killing Bradly, an Alpha-Omega Overgod Neo-Ange, was no small feat.
Bradley had been among the strongest beings Cain had ever encountered, stronger even than the True Depravita of Sloth from the Tenth Empyrean World. To slay such an entity without aid from the Absolute Lifeform System, relying solely on his own strength, was an achievement beyond measure.
Yes, the battle had begun with an ambush. But knowing when to strike, when to seize the single moment that could turn gods to corpses, was part of a warrior's art.
Meylin's shock did not last long. The awe in her expression hardened into wary calculation as her eyes drifted to the faint glow pulsing from Cain's chest.
"What is the Crimson Exarch aiming at?" she asked quietly.
