All the Prima Deities stood frozen, their eyes widened in shock at the sudden and brutal violence unleashed by Cain. None was more outraged than the second member of the blazing-winged race, whose expression twisted with fury at seeing his comrade struck down so ruthlessly. Yet, before the blazing-winged man could even twitch a muscle to retaliate, he felt an unbearably sharp, lethal presence pressing coldly against his neck. Instinctively, he knew that a single movement forward would cost him his life.
He wasn't alone. That chilling, deadly sharpness simultaneously enveloped all the other Prima Deities. They quickly turned their heads, astonishment and apprehension evident in their eyes, to find the Depravita of Pride holding two gleaming swords at the ready.
Meylin's aura radiated icy dominance, her eyes conveying an unmistakable threat. If anyone dared interfere with Cain, she would strike without hesitation.
