"JUST DIE!"
Legion roared, his voice thick with madness. His reason was gone, blinded by fury and despair. Death was coming for him, but he would not meet it quietly. No—he would drag as many souls as possible into the abyss with him. He would leave the world writhing in pain and despair, broken in the final moments of his existence.
Cain's white blast surged brighter as he poured more and more energy into it, yet even his might strained beneath the pressure. Legion's cannon of darkness and malice pressed forward, relentless, swallowing light and forcing Cain's attack back step by step. The eldritch god's hatred burned so deep that it seemed reality itself bent before his will of annihilation.
Cain's arms trembled, muscles tearing as he forced everything into his beam. His body was battered, his wounds severe. It was not enough. The darkness crept forward, inch by inch, threatening to consume all.
