The Sun Lord could already picture the figure of the Neo-Demon crushed under his palm, reduced to a paste of blood and broken bones. His mind swirled with anticipation, an intoxicating blend of vengeance and fury.
"ZNNNN" Yet, just as his massive palm was about to land, a sharp, sundering sound split the chaos. His eyes widened in horror as he watched his hand be severed into hundreds of fragments, golden light spilling like molten fire.
"What!?" That was the only word the Sun Lord could force through the storm of shock coursing through his heart. Cain was trapped within the Final Archangel, his supposedly inescapable cage of celestial might. The Neo-Demon should not have been able to move, let alone strike.
The Sun Lord's mind raced, desperate to comprehend how such a thing was possible.
