บท 841: Heart of Fire

Cain smiled, staring at Astaroth burning with holy magic. "That's it, old warrior. Stand back up as the war isn't over yet." He lifted his hand, bursting with raw mana.

Astaroth looked at his wings and hands, "It's been a long time," He sighed, "I thought I had thrown the past behind me. Since AOs disappeared, we only had a limited source of divine magic. This power should have long disappeared."

"Really, it's not like AO is dead and not like you don't have other sources of divine magic," Cain replied with a smile.

"This isn't AO's divine magic. I can tell that much." At that moment, Astaroth gasped, "I see, this is your divine magic." His eyes opened wide.

Cain lifted his hands as the fire of his mana rose to the layer's ceiling. "OH! Fallen Archon, Astaroth! You feared my power, yet you forgot your prime. You said I could blow a layer of hell while the whole nine once feared your name."