Chapter 1761: The Lord of Ages
Chapter 1761: The Lord of Ages
Meylin’s eyes widened in disbelief. Though she didn’t possess the brute power of Cain, her attacks—amplified by the Core Sin of Pride—were driven by an unrelenting force, a hunger that cut through even Prima Deity armor as if it were paper. Yet that hand—withered, frail, and unassuming—had caught her blade as if it were nothing but a toy.
It didn’t stop there.
The recoil of the block struck her instantly, a shockwave of energy so dense it ruptured her internal organs and sent her flying backward, blasting through the sky like a ragdoll. Blood splattered the air.
Cain reacted in a flash. He caught Meylin mid-air, placing her behind him, and shielding her with his body. His gaze sharpened, locking onto the figure who had intervened—the one who had saved the Star Man’s life.
It was an old man—frail yet terrifying. His form was a deceptive shell, concealing an ocean of power beneath withered skin and hollow bones. He radiated an oppressive, haunting aura that seemed to carry the weight of eternity itself. His body was thin, almost skeletal, with dark, leathery skin stretched tight over protruding bones. Glowing crimson lines and ancient runes pulsed across his chest and limbs, while faint red light coursed through the barely visible veins beneath his aged skin, as if molten lava replaced his blood.
His eyes—sunken deep within hollow sockets—glowed a searing red, burning with quiet rage and an agony so ancient it felt like the echoes of dying stars. Despite his frail appearance, his gaze held the unyielding will of a cosmic predator—a being who had watched empires rise and fall, a force that would not be caged by time.
Massive black chains, etched with ancient patterns and glowing faintly with crimson energy, coiled around him like living serpents. They wrapped his arms, slithered across his torso, and dragged behind him.
Around him swirled a sinister red-black aura, filled with flickering embers and tendrils of cosmic power, creating the impression of a dying star collapsing into an unstoppable force of destruction. He was a paradox—frailty and devastation entwined, decay and might fused into one terrifying whole.
Cain clenched his fists, his expression darkening as he whispered the name that had been burned into the Sun Lord’s memories.