"I will crush you, like the ant you are!"
The Nightmare Sacred King's roar thundered across the shattered landscape as he launched himself toward Cain. Each movement carried overwhelming force, turning his charge into a storm of rage and brutality, tearing through the battlefield.
Yet Cain did not move immediately.
He took a slow, steady breath.
"If I win, I will return to them. If I lose… they may follow Anark's fate."
A storm of emotions churned within him. Hatred burned for his fallen brother, grief gnawed at his heart, and fear whispered of failure and loss. At the same time, there was a desperate longing to return home, to protect those who still remained. It was overwhelming, a chaotic tide that threatened to consume him entirely.
But in that moment, Cain let it all go.
