For five and a half months, Cain and Meylin hunted without rest. From one prey to the next, they stalked the Second Realm like shadows, consuming souls, sealing bodies, and breaking True Names within the Scarlet Throne. Their methods were merciless, their movements flawless—always erasing every trace of their existence once the fight ended.
By the time the gates of the Throne closed behind the corpse of yet another ArchDeity—one who embodied both flames and stone—the Neo-Demon and True Depravita collapsed upon the ruined battlefield.
Their bodies were broken. Limbs were missing, skin burned, and energy reserves bled dry. Yet wide, savage smiles split their faces. They had triumphed against one of the strongest Late Archdeities in the Second Realm. It had cost them everything they had in that fight, but victory was all that mattered.
