Thirty minutes after the dark vortex swallowed the scarlet dragon and Norton, sending them into the Glass Dome, it manifested again.
Cain calmly emerged through it, though his appearance was far from unscathed. His face was pale, his body riddled with wounds, and the scarlet flames that constantly surrounded him struggled to consume the remnants of necrotic energy still infesting his tissues. Yet, despite his injuries, a smile crept onto his face.
He had won.
Cain had defeated Norton, sending the ancient powerhouse of the South Coast into his stomach, where the Scarlet Reaper consumed every last remnant of his existence. Flooding his brain and black hole were a sea of energy, soul force, and the memories of hundreds of thousands of years.
