Cain's eyes were cold as he unleashed every ounce of strength into his fist, connecting it squarely in the middle of Archangel Michael's spine. The power of Reaper Touch and the Oniric Truth of Destruction was on full display. The sound of bones cracking echoed through the air before Archangel Michael's figure was blasted into the sky at a shocking speed. A mouthful of blood erupted from his lips due to the internal damage and the insidious energy left from the attack. But things were far from over.