The Anima's eyes widened in horror as he locked onto Cain's approaching figure. There was no anger or even killing intent in the young man's gaze—just cold detachment. It felt like the gaze of a predator regarding prey not as a challenge but as a trivial nuisance.
Fear coursed through the Anima's veins. His energy flared wildly as he summoned a series of golden weapons, each one more massive and intricate than the last. But no matter how much effort he poured into his constructs, they shattered like brittle glass under the relentless onslaught of Cain's Spear of Doom.
Panic threatened to overwhelm the Anima, but salvation came in the form of the golden Godslayer Human. Before Cain could close the final distance, the golden man appeared between them in a flash, his leg surging forward in a devastating kick. The force behind the strike carried the might to sever even space itself.
