Chapter 1828: Peak Prima Deity
As soon as Cain withdrew his sword from the Lord of Ages, his gaze shifted toward Meylin. A gentle smile appeared on the Neo-Demon’s face, a rare softness directed at the Depravita of Original Sin. Yet, within moments, that warmth sharpened into a cold, focused glint. A flash of killing intent flickered in his eyes.
Meylin understood instantly. No words were needed.
Without warning or ceremony, Cain and Meylin vanished from their position in the sky, reappearing like falling stars on the battlefield below where the remaining Prima Deities still lingered. There were no proclamations—only silent resolve as they struck.
Their targets: the Prima Deities dispatched alongside the Star ArchDeity by the Ancient One.
The others, those who had fought under the Lord of Ages’ banner, might still serve a purpose. Tiamat seemed to have plans for them. But the agents of the Ancient One were another matter entirely. They could not be allowed to live. Cain knew very well that with an enemy like the Ancient One, caution was survival.
Though powerful, the targeted Prima Deities were no match for Cain and Meylin. The two of them, both standing at the ArchDeity level, were forces of apocalyptic magnitude. A few of the enemy tried to flee—but their fear only opened gateways for Meylin. She stepped through their terror like walking through fog, appearing in their path and cutting them down with precise, merciless strikes.
Cain, for his part, wasn’t about to let their energy go to waste.
The Scarlet Throne manifested high above, looming like a divine executioner. Cain hurled their broken bodies into the maw of the throne, feeding it not only their vitality and innate abilities but also their memories and insights into their Oniric Truths.
Already weakened by the long war, the enemy Prima Deities stood no chance. Within ten minutes, all of them had been slain.
Only then did Cain allow his heart to settle and deactivate his Asura Form. Immediately, blood began to seep from every orifice in his face—nose, ears, and eyes—but thanks to the new influx of vitality from the throne, his regeneration kicked in swiftly, mending the internal damage.
Meylin appeared beside him a moment later, concern visible in her eyes. But Cain gave her a reassuring smile and folded his legs in the air, settling into a meditative position before closing his eyes.