Urin gazed at the Natural Inherence, the golden dagger resting in her palm. A wide smile curved across her face as she felt the raw, cosmic energy radiating from the artifact. Yet, she did not allow herself to lose focus. Slowly, her crimson eyes turned toward the battlefield below, a killing intent flashing within them.
Her gaze found Cain, the Neo-Demon who had nearly stolen her prize.
For a moment, genuine surprise flickered across her face. His broken body, which she had struck down with full lethal force, was already knitting itself back together. His internal organs, torn apart and charred, were reforming with unnatural speed.
It had been a fast attack, but her kick had carried killing intent and the might of Detonator—yet it had not been enough to end him.
She considered finishing the job. But before she could act, her attention shifted toward another presence.
Zarazel.
