Cain twisted his body the instant the golden blast erupted, stabilizing himself in the void. His eyes sharpened as he turned toward the source—and there he saw the figure who had intervened.
A warrior stepped through one of the portals the Universe Will had conjured. He wore ornate, gold-laden armor that shone with divine radiance, every curve of the plates catching the light like a miniature sun. His expression was firm, confident, and resolute—carrying the unshakable poise of someone born on the battlefield.
In his hand rested a massive golden sword, its energy pulsing with a power that rivaled the spear of the Deus Behemoth. Intricate dragon motifs coiled across his armor, emphasizing the overwhelming strength housed within his form.
The golden warrior stared back at Cain, and with a short nod, spoke a single word. "Cipher."
Cain inhaled once, steadying his stance, and returned the gesture. "Cain."
