Cain looked around, trying to guess what had happened. "Who was she?"
'That aura is similar to Alice, but it isn't her.' Morena replied.
'A more mature aura,' The first brain pointed out, 'It's a grown-up version of her, time message?' the second brain almost hit the mark.
"It's better if we hurry up," Cain stood, unfurling tentacles around the arena. CRACKLE! CRACKLE! Thunderstorm washed over the place.
ROAAAARRRR! His screech rumbled across the world.
Eilistraee opened her eyes, lying on the flat ground under the rain. Slowly lifting her head up, he saw the ineffable abomination growling in a lightning storm.
"What is this?" she gasped, unable to take her eyes from the terrible tentacle storm.
BAM! The entire undescribable crime of existence vanished, and Cain landed on the other side of the arena.
Cain walked toward her, his blade in hand. Lightning and firestorms burst from his back. Each step he took resembled a fireball exploding.
Who would win?