"Isn't it obvious? I killed them."
Those chilling words sent a ripple of shock through the dome. Diamon's eyes widened, and he frantically scanned the room, searching every corner for any sign of the fiery brother and sister. Yet they were nowhere to be seen, and he could not refute Cain's words.
Cain spoke again, his voice echoing off the dome's cracked walls. "You really should be more careful with your commands. When you told them to stop attacking me—when you allowed me to move around freely—they lowered their guard. That was all I needed to strike them down."
He delivered the explanation with a sense of satisfaction, seeking to weaken the resolve and confidence of the Night Prince's warriors. In truth, killing the siblings had been anything but simple.
Cain had unleashed the full might of his dual cultivation, caught them by surprise, and even then he'd been forced to burn nearly ten percent of his life force to finish them quickly. But of course, Diamon knew none of this.
