One arm and one spear—that was all Caine could truly rely on.
Dozens, hundreds, thousands, millions, billions—the amount of enemies he faced seemed endless.
Each of them was just as powerful and law-breaking as he was, and all seemed to have abilities that specifically countered his assets and aimed for his weaknesses.
Each battle was a life-and-death one that pushed him deeper and deeper into a state of empty focus.
A single mistake meant death.
But he persisted.
Every battle ended with him getting more and more injured, but he persisted.
Every enemy he encountered was more powerful than the last, forcing him to pull at the very depths of his core—but he persisted.
Every battle was a direct challenge to everything he stood for. Everything he'd worked for. Everything he'd once asked for.
But he persisted.
