Chapter 92: Severance
The battle had ended, but the storm in their hearts had not.
Cain stood in the center of the battlefield, breathing hard, his fists still pulsing with the final sparks of his power. Around him, the dust was beginning to settle, the echo of their clash with their father—no, the demon possessing their father—still ringing in their ears like an old curse refusing to die.
Selene leaned against him, her energy drained from the battle. The others—Leo, Eren, and even Eira—stood close, bruised and exhausted, but very much alive.
And before them, on his knees, was their father.
Or what was left of him.
His body trembled, his face flickering between rage and pain, eyes dark as night. Smoke still curled from his skin where Cain's final blow had struck. His mouth opened, trying to speak—but what came out wasn't human.
It was a growl, low and haunting, like it crawled up from the deepest pit of hell.
Neriah moved past the children and knelt a few feet from him, her expression torn between anger and heartbreak. She looked at the man she once loved, the man she had fought, the father of her children—now shackled inside a prison of his own body.
"He's still in there," she whispered.
"No, he's gone," Leo muttered bitterly.
"No," Cain said quietly, eyes focused. "He's trapped. But not gone."