"I've always disliked him."
Cain's lifeless body lay at my feet, headless and sprawled like discarded trash. For a second, I just stood there staring.
Damn Cain.
Unrequited love, endless desperation… and this is how you end up? Head chopped off, forgotten in the dirt.
But before I could even let that sink in, his corpse began to dissolve. Flesh, bones, everything — melting into thick streams of blood until nothing was left.
"What the hell…?" I muttered, instinctively taking a step back.
"His presence had always been a pest outside and inside me. But now that I know everything, he's unnecessary. Nothing is needed from him anymore."
My eyes narrowed. "Weren't you two allies?"
Rucain chuckled. "He was a tool. A stepping stone to understanding what needed to be done. And once a tool has served its purpose… well, tell me, do you keep broken blades in your sheath?"
"And what exactly 'needs to be done?'" I asked, as I summoned Wrath slowly.
This man wasn't just anyone.
