The power of the abominations did not deter Cain.
If anything, it sharpened the hunger inside him—the killing intent that pulsed with every heartbeat.
The stronger they are, the more Primal Origin Energy they will yield.
The ArchDeity spawns poured out from the Heart of the Root like rivers of corruption. Though the divine lattice of the Matrix weakened them, they were still creatures born of godlike might—each radiating enough destructive power to level continents. And every iota of it was directed at Cain.
The Scarlet King carved through the lesser spawns with merciless precision. The void blazed scarlet and gold with the aftermath of his onslaught.
But eventually, the tide changed.
He found himself surrounded by the true horrors—the ArchDeity kind. Hundreds of them encircled him, their shrieking roars forming a discordant choir that made even the void tremble. Their claws and fangs gleamed like jagged shards of reality itself.
They attacked as one.
