Michael's instincts screamed in pure horror as Cain's right eye loomed ever larger, dominating his vision entirely. As a seasoned warrior who had survived countless battles over millions of years, the white stag Deus Behemoth was prepared for virtually any threat—especially illusions.
Yet, even his vast experience could not help him in this critical moment, for his formidable defenses required preparation and forewarning.
The thrill of apparent victory and the sudden proximity of Cain's terrifying right eye erased any opportunity Michael had to counteract the sinister technique.
Before Michael could even begin to comprehend the danger, the entire world drained of color, transforming instantly into stark black and white. Above him, a colossal dark moon hovered ominously in an otherwise empty sky, radiating a chilling, malevolent force.
