Looking at the Metal Cube, his frown deepened. He recognized this metal cube. It was something that he had tossed casually.
He doesn't expect someone to not only catch him, not to throw it back with an even greater force, enough to destroy the barrier. He didn't expect there to be such strong people in this lower world which didn't even have a trace of divinity in the surroundings.
He raised his foot, stomping on the metal cube, completely crushing it under his foot. The impact of his foot crushing down on the metal cube was so strong that it created powerful gusts of winds.
The bodies that were lying in this area flew back helplessly, clashing on the wall.
Caen looked in a specific direction, feeling a certain presence which was quite strange. It was a presence that felt similar to his Uncle Janus, but for some reason, it felt even more heavy. The surroundings had turned cold.
