A silent wind blew by...
The distant clamor of battle reached their ears, reverberating in the air like a thousand bells ringing simultaneously.
Cain remembered the epic, catastrophic battle that had ensued between them.
It had been incredibly violent.
But he had also lost.
Not only had he lost the battle, he had also lost his life that day too.
Although there had been a few variables involved, it didn't matter.
And then, he was sent to the Othershore where his soul was sent right back into his body.
He grimaced.
'It definitely recognizes me. It must be dying of curiosity.'
It was indeed odd, Inixth thought.
After all, most humans didn't come with an immortality fixing.
'A human that can be brought back from the dead. I will have to inspect its corpse later.' Inixth thought.
He brandished his scythe.
The wickedly curved blade glowed with a deep, sinister red glow. Red like the color of blood.
Sucking in a deep breath, Cain slowly walked forward.
