Screams and explosions echoed throughout the dungeon for several long minutes, shaking the walls and creating waves of violent, chaotic energy, until finally there was only silence.
In the aftermath, Cain stood alone. His towering figure bore a few minor scratches, but these superficial wounds were already rapidly regenerating under the influence of his scarlet flames, swiftly restoring him to his absolute peak condition.
All the other Prima Deities who had previously been imprisoned in the dungeon were gone. Every single one of them had now become part of the Scarlet Throne, their bodies meticulously dismantled and fused into that vast, crimson realm. They now existed solely as cosmic fuel, providing an unending stream of vitality and potent blood force.
