"That powerful yet erratic life force... that soul force that seems diluted, containing thousands upon thousands of spiritual frequencies." Cain’s eyes narrowed with analytical focus as he studied the figure across the horizon. "He must have devoured countless life forms. Perhaps even the entire population of the Divine Calamity Heavensea fell into his maw."
Cain knew the kind of mind Divine Calamity possessed—ruthless, fanatical, and unbound by morality. He would not be surprised in the slightest if the man had consumed his own people to restore his strength. After all, for the ArchDeity, all the people under this protection had a single goal, to help him grow stronger, and in his twisted mentality, being devoured by him was actually an honor.
"He might’ve even consumed Andrew, Zoro, and Maria, once he realized they were no longer useful for this war."
Cain pushed those thoughts aside. However he’d done it, Divine Calamity had recovered his full strength, surpassing the absolute limit of the Early ArchDeity Rank, and now, he was a true threat—and worse still, he wasn’t alone.
To Divine Calamity’s left stood an Atrox Immortus, clad in razor-edged black armor etched with subtle crimson veins. The Archdeity radiated menace and terrifying precision. His frame was lean and powerful, like a weapon crafted solely for lethal efficiency. His armor didn’t reflect light—it absorbed it, not leaving behind shadow, but a sense of utter nothingness, an absence that couldn’t be perceived, much less followed.
His pale, emotionless face was crowned by long, silver-white hair flowing like moonlight through the void. At the center of his forehead, a mystic sigil shimmered—an ancient divine mark denoting absolute mastery over time, motion, and death. His hollow eyes were clinical, cold, trained to observe and exploit weakness. His clawed gauntlets, razor-sharp and silent, were made not for intimidation but for precision assassination.
"The Lord of the Last Step... Marcus."
Cain’s mind sifted through fragments of memory and information absorbed from Divien Calamity’s Omega Avatar. Marcus was a legend, a nightmare whispered in war camps and ancient citadels. According to myth, when Marcus was merely a Peak Prima Deity, he hunted down and killed a wounded Archdeity. Whether the story was true or myth, Cain couldn’t verify, but the reputation Marcus had built was terrifying enough.
Cain knew this much: Marcus was blindingly fast, able to suppress his presence from even the sharpest divine senses. If that was not bad enough, the Early ArchDeity commanded toxins, corrosive energies, and exotic poisons. A single scratch from his claws could spell the end even for a seasoned warrior. He was surgical death incarnate.
But Marcus was only one piece of the puzzle.
To Calamity’s right stood another behemoth, towering with divine might, radiating an even mightier aura. A warrior of the Legio Eldrich race, his presence alone warped the gravity around him due to the overwhelming might of his flesh and blood. His deep crimson skin pulsed with raw, uncontained energy, every muscle brimming with the power of cataclysm. His physique was as if carved from living obsidian—muscle fused with divine energy, solid and unstoppable.
He wore ornate golden armor encrusted with ancient runes, enhancing his already monstrous strength. Around his waist, a lion-faced sigil roared with symbolic power, representing dominion over both beast and man. His white hair flowed like a storm, and his burning eyes radiated divine fury—a wrath honed through witnessing the rise and fall of civilizations.
His hands were poised, fingers twitching as if ready to summon entire arsenals from the ether or crush mountains with a gesture.
"World Breaker... Azan."
Cain’s frown deepened as he stared at the Middle ArchDeity. Of all the Archdeities of the Everstrife Empyrean World, Azan was reputed to possess one of the highest degrees of raw physical power. His title was no hyperbole. In an ancient Omega War, Azan had shattered a Secondary World into planetary fragments and weaponized them in combat.
"A master of gravity with long-range destructive magic, an assassin with toxic energy that can hide from my perception, and a brawler who can contend with the strongest head-on."
Cain’s eyes glowed with cold light. Divien Calamity may have been many things, but careless he was not. He had chosen his allies well—each specialized in a different domain of war. Marcus ruled the shadows, the silent blade in the night. Azan was devastation made flesh, the embodiment of brute force and battlefield chaos. Together with Calamity’s insane long-range abilities and gravitational powers, this trio was a force capable of defeating even the most powerful Archdeity in existence.
The cost to mobilize such beings must have been cataclysmic—perhaps the entire foundation of the Divine Calamity Heavensea had been sacrificed—but the madness in Calamity’s eyes proved he didn’t care. Vengeance was his god now.
All he wanted was to erase everything Cain had built... and to murder him in the most agonizing way possible.
The enemy army was drawing closer—millions of Divine Cultivators marching in perfect formation, their killing intent dense enough to suffocate the air. Their aura already pressed on the elite forces of the Scarlet Path like an invisible tide.
Cain glanced at his warriors—men and women who had followed him, suffered with him, and bled beside him. He saw their hearts pounding harder and harder in their chests... but they stood tall. No one broke formation. No one wavered. Their eyes remained fixed on the storm ahead, blazing with certainty and fire.
A proud smile crept onto Cain’s face, his own aura blazing to its peak as he turned toward the approaching threat. That same unwavering resolve he saw in his troops glowed in his golden eyes.
He raised his right hand, and in a voice that carried the weight of lifetimes, he shouted with all his power.
"Activate. Everlife Continental Formation!"
As the word left his lips, a surge of power erupted across the Everlife Continent. Intricate runic lines that had been etched deep into the land flared to life, each one pulsing with divine energy.
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