"Kamil, let's go."
Despite the killing intent burning like wildfire in his soul, Serak did not continue the battle. His cold voice carried a sharp command, and the lightning goddess responded instantly. Her body dissolved into a burst of crackling plasma, streaking into the distance like a living storm.
The two enemies cast one last look back at Cain, their gazes filled with both warning and promise, before flashing away into the endless void—retreating from both him and the Divine Kingdom.
Cain did not pursue. His instincts screamed caution. He had no idea what was truly happening, who these enemies were, or why the entire Void Beyond the Realm seemed to have descended into unrelenting war. To rush after them without answers would be reckless. For all he knew, he might stumble into a trap—or worse, strike at those who were not true enemies, worsening chaos already spiraling out of control.
Fortunately, Meylin arrived at his side before long.
