Shock, awe, hope, and horror surged across the battlefield as countless eyes followed the spear streaking through the void. It carried within it the souls of the fallen and half of the Scarlet King's essence, and its speed was so imnse that it warped space-ti, moving millions of tis faster than light. "No!"
"Stop it!"
Robuke and Mikela were the first to react, their voices filled with unrestrained dread. Their expressions twisted as they launched themselves forward without hesitation, pushing their bodies to the absolute limit. The Worlds of the Root were no ordinary constructs. They had been forged from the landmass and energy of two Empyrean Worlds, their structure layered with incomprehensible vitality and resilience. By all logical asures, even an attack of this magnitude should not be able to destroy them.
But logic had never been a reliable defense against the Scarlet King.
If there was one thing Cain had proven ti and ti again, it was his ability to turn the impossible into reality. Neither Robuke nor Mikela dared to gamble. If the Worlds of the Root were gone, then the loss the duo would endure would be so imnse that they could very well give up their hopes and dream of ever dominating the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. The Warlock and Monster of the Root surged forward, intent on intercepting the spear before it could reach its target.
Yet even at their peak speed, they were too slow. Just like Cain, the spear used the Endless River of the Flow to increase its speed, sothing the duo could not hope to match, unless they took drastic asures. A manic light flickered in their eyes as they began burning their life force to accelerate further, pushing beyond their natural limits. Their auras flared violently, distorting the void around them, but no matter how much power they unleashed, the distance between them and the spear refused to close fast enough.
By the ti they reached it, it was already too late.
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