Thanks to Stingè doing most of the work, all Cain had to do was land the finishing blow to put the already-weakened Aether Beast into the ground.
Cain watched as the charred black flesh of the worm pulsed. He could vividly remember just how much fear had gripped his heart when he had first laid eyes on the creature. Now, that seemed like something of the past.
The once mighty beast was now reduced to a hot pile of smoked flesh.
'Tragic...'
Stepping closer to the worm, a wave of heat hit him hard, causing him to pause. The area around the worm-like Aether Beast was still molten, so he couldn't get through to the worm.
Complaining inside his head, Cain furrowed his eyebrows,
'I don't want to wait any longer...'
He was getting impatient, because, for all he knew, Stingè could be waiting for him when he got out. It was best to round up his business as fast as possible and get out of there.
