It took everything Cain had just to rise from the ground. His chest burned with unbearable intensity, and the wound carved into it was so deep that it had nearly sundered his heart in half. If not for the resilience granted by the Omnissiah Sacred Treasure and the regenerative power of his Rebirth Flames, that strike would have ended his life without question.
With every exchange, the truth became clearer. True Fourth Realm life forms existed on an entirely different level. Cain had landed multiple attacks, each infused with the power of his Ancestor Force, Null Eternum, yet none had come close to paralyzing the Nightmare Sacred King's body or mind. The gap between them was not just vast—it was fundamental.
Despite his battered state and the overwhelming pressure bearing down on him, a spark of clarity ignited in Cain's mind. His scarlet eyes glowed with sudden enlightenment as he stared at the figure looming in the sky.
"Mutative adaptability."
