If the Kain from before seemed to carry the rage and fury of war this Kain was the complete opposite
Kain seemed to embody the very essence of war's despair—the tragic cries, the unwilling roars, the shattered dreams.
All the dark and unpleasant aspects of war and conflict that everyone dreaded and feared but didn't dare to talk about, about manifested before everyone's eyes, furiously spewing forth from Kain's blade like an endless torrent
The aura it emitted was horrifying; just one glance at it seemed to freeze the very soul.
Next a gloomy, blackish-red light swirled menacingly around the sword as Kain spoke in a haunting voice.
[ Millennium Killing Sword!]
Brr!
The sword in his buzzed and roared to life as Kain swung it with terrifying force at the lioness.
