Cain felt a sharp, piercing sensation stab directly into his mind and soul, cold and invasive. In an instant, he understood what was happening.
Soul enslavement.
The very concept was enough to plunge even the mightiest beings into terror. To have one's soul subdued, chained, and reduced to a puppet for all eternity was a fate worse than death—a nightmare that stripped away identity, will, and freedom.
Yet instead of fear, the only thing that surfaced in Cain's mind was amusement.
"Hahahaha… how stupid."
Ever since his clash with Legion, Cain had treated the defense of his soul as an absolute priority. Paradise was filled with monstrous lifeforms, ancient existences wielding bizarre and terrifying abilities. To neglect soul defenses here would have been suicidal.
