A Monarch Dao rune blazed into searing existence at the very tip of Cain's Saint Deep Sword, the sublime ideogram pulsing with barely constrained power. Spacetime itself shuddered and distorted around its ephemeral presence as if the infinite cosmos were trembling before the weight of this unparalleled might.
It was as if Cain's entire existence had undergone a fundamental metamorphosis, his being transforming into the living archetype of an unstoppable gravitational singularity. The ambient energies comprising the primordial essence of the universe itself were inexorably drawn inwards at relativistic velocities, greedily devoured by the sheer voracious hunger of Cain's transcendent aura.
His presence erupted into an overawing stratosphere of ineffable threat potent enough to snuff out even the radiant incandescence of newborn stars, an endless miasma promising the absolute oblivion of unmaking for any who dared linger too close.