The sounds of explosions and destruction echoed through the dungeon like a raging storm. Zarek lay on the ground, dazed, his gaze fixed on the figure standing before him. Cain stood tall, his presence radiating a calm yet overwhelming power. He was like a guardian, a bulwark against the chaos.
"Captain…" Zarek's mind raced as he struggled to comprehend the sight before him. The mana radiating from Cain surged exponentially, a torrent of energy more intense than even Namior's oppressive aura.
"Don't get cocky,human!" Namior roared, his voice dripping with fury. Above him, the remaining golden spears shifted midair, their trajectory changing with precision. They all honed in on Cain, their speed blinding as they swarmed toward him like a vengeful swarm of bees.
