The feeling of being ran through by a blade was all too familiar to Cain.
But this feeling was rather different.
The blade of the Devil's scythe was halfway embedded into his side. The sharp blade had cut right through his armor and hard skin, tearing his flesh apart.
Blood streaked down the side, drenching his legs completely.
The situation of the Devil was not any better.
The enormous blade of {Eidwyrm} had pierced through its chest and exited from its back.
He had impaled it right through.
The Devil's eyes were wide in disbelief. However, a nasty grin soon appeared on its face,
"You are fucked, aren't you?"
Cain wanted to speak, but all that came out of his mouth was a mouthful of blood.
His sight began to spin.
He had reacted in time, stopping the blade's momentum by grabbing unto the shaft of the scythe. If he hadn't, he would probably have been cut right down the middle, his organs spilling from both halves of him.
He couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.
