Cain's hand remained wrapped around the distorted figure's throat.
The underground world trembled violently around them as blood mana surged endlessly through the sealed space. Crimson currents flowed like rivers through the darkness, illuminating the terrified existence trapped beneath Cain's overwhelming pressure.
The figure kept shaking.
Begging.
Pleading.
"Please…"
Its unstable body flickered continuously, struggling to maintain form under Cain's grasp.
"Please don't kill me…"
But Cain's expression did not soften.
Not even slightly.
Instead—
His eyes became colder.
Much colder.
Because now that he had finally caught the thing hiding behind the blood pact, the anger inside him had only grown stronger.
This creature—
Whatever it was—
Had dared to interfere with him.
An Overgod.
And worse—
It did so secretly.
Manipulating emotions.
Strengthening attachment.
Twisting memories.
Trying to influence his thoughts slowly from the shadows.
