The gauntlets, the chestplate-everything began to expand and evolve, reshaping itself into something far beyond simple armor. What emerged was a sleek black exosuit, its surface contoured with a muscular, organic design that emphasized both power and agility. Sharp golden spikes protruded from the shoulders, forearms, and hips, giving it a dangerous, almost draconic silhouette. Across the chest, red glowing accents pulsed like a living core, segmented plates shifting subtly as if breathing with immense energy.

The helmet had a narrow, angular visor casting a cold, merciless gaze over the battlefield. Horn-like extensions curved from its sides, creating an appearance that blended knightly majesty with something far more sinister-something demonic.

On Cain's right side, a massive golden dragon-shaped arm integrated seamlessly into the armor, its structure appearing both mechanical and alive, as though it possessed a will of its own. The opposite arm, however, remained incomplete-the final missing piece.

Cain could not stop smiling as he felt the immense power coursing through his body. It surged like a tidal wave through every vein, every fiber, every fragment of his being. Yet the transformation was not

over.

His Chaos Wings began to resonate with the Sacred Treasure. The plates along his back shifted and adapted, molding themselves around the wings as though they had always belonged together.

The result was breathtaking-and terrifying. The wings now appeared as both instruments of absolute speed and weapons capable of slicing through the flesh of Alpha Omega Overgods as if it were paper.

For a brief moment, surprise flickered across Cain's mind. Then understanding followed.

"It's clear now..." he muttered inwardly. "They were always connected.

From the very beginning."

He could sense it-the origin of the Sacred Treasure and the Power of Chaos were intertwined at a level far deeper than he had imagined. It explained how he could perceive the fragments, interfere with them, even manipulate their composition.

Countless questions arose in his mind.

But this was not the time.

"KILL HIM!"

Shakra's roar erupted from the depths of the crater below. Dozens of gargantuan Soul Beasts surged into the sky, their forms twisting with fury and bloodlust. The Royal Blutlinie of the Eternal Soul Kingdom clenched their teeth, suppressing the instinctive terror clawing at their hearts as they followed.

Within a single heartbeat, Cain was surrounded-dozens of Royal Blutlinie and even more Soul Beasts closing in from every direction, all intent on ending his life.

And yet...

The only emotions in Cain's heart were thrill and exhilaration. "Fourth Realm Asura Form."

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

A massive explosion engulfed the area where he had stood. But before the shockwave even faded, his figure was already high in the sky. His heartbeat thundered like the drums of a war god, each pulse shaking the air around him.

"With the Sacred Armor... my endurance has finally reached the level where I can use it without immediate backlash."

His fists clenched, trembling with excitement.

Then he moved.

Borrowing the motion of the Endless River of the Flow, Cain dove downward.

"ZNNNNNNNN!"

His speed was so extreme it tore a visible slash through the fabric of space itself.

To the Royal Blutlinie, the most terrifying part was not the distortion -but the absence.

One of them was gone.

Their eyes snapped downward just in time to witness the Scarlet King standing on the ground, his armored gauntlet crushing a warrior's skull while his other hand extracted the Ancestor Drop from the

corpse.

An ominous silence spread through their ranks.

That speed...

It was monstrous.

Even Peak Alpha Omega Overgods could not follow it. Those at the Limit could barely perceive a blur-far too slow to react.

Cain looked up at them and smiled.

Then he rose again, like a shooting star of death.

The Royal Blutlinie felt their hearts tighten-but they did not freeze. They were warriors born for carnage, forged in battle. Instinct and experience drove them forward as they unleashed their full power.

An ocean of attacks flooded the sky.

Countless techniques expanded outward, forming a second firmament of destruction stretching across vast distances. Even Cain's

speed could not evade everything. At the very least, they could slow him-create an opening to concentrate their strength into a decisive

strike.

Or so they believed.

The moment Cain collided with the storm of attacks, his body began

to rotate.

A golden vortex formed around him.

The incoming attacks were dragged into its pull, spiraling inward as the sky itself twisted into a massive tornado. The Flow guided everything-redirecting, absorbing, reshaping.

The spectacle defied comprehension.

Before anyone could react, the tornado surged upward-then

exploded.

A devastating wave of destruction blasted outward, hurling Royal

Blutlinie and Soul Beasts in every direction, shattering their formation

completely.

Cain hovered amidst the chaos, scanning for his next target.

Then-

His eyes narrowed.

He raised his gauntlet just in time to block a sky-blue fist shaped like a

rhinoceros horn.

The impact rang like thunder.

Cain's gaze sharpened as he stared at Shakra.

The Eternal Soul King had transformed. His entire body was now

covered in fused Soul Beasts-living armor embedded into flesh and

bone, radiating immense power.

"Good," Cain said calmly. "But not good enough."

He broke the stalemate instantly, launching a punch.

Shakra raised his left arm to block, the limb reinforced by a

tortoise-like Soul Beast. Even so, the impact made his entire body tremble, sending him skidding backward through the sky as blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Shakra's body was already at the Half-Step Fourth Realm. With the

addition of his Soul Beast armor, he had pushed himself frighteningly

close to the true Fourth Realm.

But Cain...

With the nearly complete Sacred Armor and his Fourth Realm Asura

Form, his body had already crossed that threshold.

His speed had risen even further.

And with the Flow and the Power of Chaos, even his energy was

approaching the Fourth Realm.

The gap between them was not infinite.

But it was decisive.

It was the difference between a pack of hyenas... and a lion.

They would be torn apart long before they could ever claim victory.