The underground world became silent after Cain's words.
Not truly silent.
The blood currents still flowed slowly through the sealed underground space. Crimson light still flickered against the shattered walls. The pressure from Cain's blood mana still weighed heavily on everything around them.
Yet compared to earlier—
Everything felt still.
Heavy.
Dangerously still.
The distorted creature remained trapped in Cain's grasp, trembling endlessly as fear poured from its unstable body like leaking blood mist. Its earlier attempts to speak had vanished completely now.
Because it understood.
Cain was not simply angry anymore.
He was offended.
Deeply offended.
And that was far more terrifying.
The creature stared at Cain desperately, its distorted face struggling to remain stable under the overwhelming pressure surrounding it.
"…P…please…"
Its voice came out weakly.
Broken.
"I can explain…"
Cain stared at it quietly.
Then—
He laughed softly.
