Cain's eyes were cold as he sealed the Inferno Daemon's soul and body, sending him into his Inner World with a curt motion. The spear in his hand still crackled with residual energy, and cosmic sparks danced along his armor. He had reduced Anart, the strongest of the trio, to a helpless prisoner in but a few moments. Now, his gaze swung toward the other two. A dangerous, predatory light burned in his eyes, his willpower bursting and ready for the kill.
Aranto and Lupion hovered in the void not too far away, witnessing the horrifying sight of Anart's defeat and capture. They were shocked and terrified, staring at Cain as if he were an ancient horror torn from primeval legends. The fear gnawed at their minds, but their instincts for survival overcame the paralysis of dread. They would not stand still and wait for death.