As they gazed upon the devastation left in the wake of that cataclysmic explosion, something else slowly drew the attention of the abominations of the Root and the Curse Eaters. Amid the collapsing remnants of warped space-time and the fading shockwaves of destruction, a single figure hovered in the void—frail, broken, and barely alive.
It was Cain.
The young man's condition was nothing short of horrific. His right arm was completely gone, torn away as if it had never existed. His eyes had sunken into their sockets, lifeless and dim, while his skin clung tightly to his bones, giving him the appearance of a corpse that had been drained of all vitality. There was no trace of the overwhelming power he had displayed moments ago. Instead, what remained was a body pushed far beyond its limits.
