Cain straightened up, his blade still dripping with slick fluids from the countless creatures he had already slain as he faced the Ant Queen.
Around them, the hundreds of creatures still living had retreated a few steps back, still snarling and growling in furious, but suppressed rage.
However, it was very clear, even under the authoritative aura of the Ant Queen, they were still very eager to tear him limb from limb.
Cain's gaze slowly swam through the darkness. If the place was crowded before, now it was truly filled to the brim. Their only way of escape now, would be plunging into the shadows.
He glanced back at Anathe. From what he could tell, the basis of her abilities and skills revolved around controlling other creatures and influencing their thoughts and loyalties.
"Disappointed?" Cain wiped blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. "I'll be honest. I don't think I'm too broken up about that."
