Catherine's mouth opened in terror, her violet eyes wide with panic. She wanted to scream, to command her puppet, to unleash one last desperate attack—but she never had the chance.
Cain's sword flashed forward with impossible speed, severing her at the waist and taking her right hand in the same stroke. The space ring on her finger, heavy with treasures and tools, was torn away as easily as plucking a leaf from a tree. In the same breath, Cain ripped her body out of the Titan Puppet's chest, wrenching her free from the monstrous construct.
She tried to cry out, but no sound came. Cain's clawed hand clamped over her face with such crushing force that not even a whimper escaped. Then his aura surged, rising higher and higher until the air itself trembled, twisting violently around him.
At the core of his chest, the Third Astral Black Hole ignited.
