Cain wrenched his weapon from the chest of the fallen Divine Beast. Its massive body shuddered once, then lay still, blood pooling around the ragged wound. For a moment, Cain's gaze locked on the battered carcass. Victory was his, yet a slight frown creased his lips as he stared at the Spear of Doom.
"So I had to use the Spear of Doom after all," he muttered under his breath. "The halberd proved too weak for a battle at this level." The truth was unavoidable: he had been forced to unveil a formidable World Treasure from his arsenal.
Yet he swiftly shrugged off any concern. "Ah, well, the cat is out of the bag already. Besides, it's just one of my World Treasures. I still have plenty of trump cards hidden," Cain mused.
