The fortress no longer had a single front.
To the North, the sky remained torn open where the dragon fought for dominance against not one, but now two abyssal demigods.
The Wrath-born demigod pressed in from the front, its domain crashing violently against the dragon's blazing sovereignty. Waves of rage-infused pressure tore through the clouds, grinding them into twisted spirals while light warped and bent under the strain of overlapping domains. Each exchange sent deep tremors racing through the fortress stone beneath Kain's feet, the clash carrying the metallic tang of ozone and blood even at this distance.
Alongside it, the horned abyssal demigod whose presence carried a crushing gravity had committed fully to the assault.
Its focus was absolute.
Not the fortress. Not the defenders. Only the dragon.
After all, Kain remembered when it got its butt kicked by this dragon before...and it clearly remembered as well—harboring a deep, festering grudge.
