Anart, Aranto, and Lupion careened through the void, their bodies spinning uncontrollably after the last exchange of blows. Yet, within moments, they clenched their teeth, forcing their twisted limbs back into alignment, regaining control over their battered frames. They exchanged glances, silent yet determined, and blasted forward without hesitation.
The trio knew killing the young man might be impossible—he was simply too powerful, his survival abilities reinforced by the Concept of Life far too strong. But if they wanted any chance of leaving this place alive, they needed at least to drain him of his power before making a run for it. Otherwise, given his speed, he would catch up with them during their escape, and at least one would perish.
Cain only smiled coldly as he saw that the trio remained in battle. A dark sun burned behind him. He flashed forward with breathtaking speed to meet their renewed assault.