Michael's stoic and composed expression finally began to crack. Slowly, a smile stretched across his face—one filled with bloodlust, madness, and unfiltered killing intent. He already despised Cain for ambushing him and severing his right arm. Killing him now would bring immense satisfaction.
But it wasn't just vengeance.
Deep within, even if he never voiced it aloud, the white stag Deus Behemoth knew the truth. Cain Laurifer was possibly the most magnificent talent he had encountered in the more than one million years he had been alive.
A being destined—almost fated—to ascend to the realm of ArchDeity, to stand above entire continents and determine the fate of Empyrean Worlds. To snuff out such brilliance before it could fully ignite… that wasn't just satisfying.
It was exhilarating!
"Ultimate Radiant Meteor Fist!" Michael roared.
