"Go back. The Sunforge barrier will not break. You have no chance."
Bellara glanced over her shoulder with a smile. Simply standing there, she was a naked blade, all edge and chill. The pressure rolling off her made spines lock and hearts seize.
"Again."
Cold light burst in Cain's eyes. Demon wings spread wide, he looked every inch an undying emperor of the dark. An ebon-gold blood blade curled into his palm, and his sky-splitting roar made the entire instance tremble.
"Wilds-series Artifact."
Orson's brow twitched. The sword was eight parts the God-Emperor's blade he'd seen before, the same metal as his Supreme Arcane Blade.
"Kill."
The Immortal Lord's voice snapped like ice. Four Type VI Destroyers mimicked Cain's form and charged with him straight at the Sunforge Sacred Executor.
