From the ramparts of the fortress city of Aurora, Cain watched the battle between Cliff, his Sovereign, and the creature born from the body of the flame titan.
The term watched was perhaps an exaggeration. From his position, he could only make out blurred silhouettes, swallowed by the light and heat. He heard nothing but the deafening echoes of their clashes, the crash of their blows, and the explosions of shockwaves that shook the air and the very walls beneath his feet.
Their battle was so intense that even the air seemed to bend under the impact of their aura. Each exchange of blows made the atmosphere tremble, distorting reality around them.
A shiver ran down Cain's spine. He briefly averted his gaze, as if to confirm that this was all real, before turning his attention back to the titanic duel.
He swallowed hard, tormented by a thought he wished he could avoid: What if Cliff lost?
