Cain's eyes blazed as he felt the immense surge of energy coursing through him. It was vast—so overwhelming that even his heightened perception struggled to fully grasp it. This was not power that could be shaped casually. It demanded sacrifice. And Cain, without hesitation, paid the price.
What remained of his soul force, life force, and will began to burn, turning his body into something akin to a scarlet sun blazing in the void.
"Serpent of shadow, coil and rise,
Ancient one beneath dead skies.
Breaker of sun, devour the light,
Unmake the world in endless night."
Each word he spoke consumed more of his essence, but with every syllable, that boundless energy began to take shape. His voice carried authority, pain, and unbreakable resolve, echoing across the battlefield like a decree of fate itself.
His eyes shone with fierce determination as he roared:
"Chaos of Mythology: Apophis, the World Ender!"
