Cain clenched his fists as he perceived the unbearable weight of the power emanating from the Champion of the Root. It wasn't merely energy that made the void shudder, nor the monstrous physical strength that could shatter stars. What shook him was something far greater—the nature of that power itself.
It was not born of Laws or Concepts, nor any familiar force that governed the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.
"This… this is like the Primordial Forces," Cain realized grimly. "A cosmic power that exists outside the framework of creation itself."
If it had been only raw strength, he could have met it head-on without hesitation. But this—this was a force that defied the rules of existence, one that could distort reality itself. And facing such an enemy meant that every mistake could be fatal.
Still, there was no turning back.
"Primordial Azura Form: Tenth Gear!" Cain's roar echoed like a declaration of war.
