Meylin's eyes widened in disbelief. Though she didn't possess the brute power of Cain, her attacks—amplified by the Core Sin of Pride—were driven by an unrelenting force, a hunger that cut through even Prima Deity armor as if it were paper. Yet that hand—withered, frail, and unassuming—had caught her blade as if it were nothing but a toy.
It didn't stop there.
The recoil of the block struck her instantly, a shockwave of energy so dense it ruptured her internal organs and sent her flying backward, blasting through the sky like a ragdoll. Blood splattered the air.
Cain reacted in a flash. He caught Meylin mid-air, placing her behind him, and shielding her with his body. His gaze sharpened, locking onto the figure who had intervened—the one who had saved the Star Man's life.
