The underground space reeked of blood.
Dark crimson mist floated everywhere now, mixing with shattered fragnts of blood mana and distorted emotional energy leaking from the creature’s unstable body. The underground walls had long since cracked apart from the overwhelming pressure released during the torture, while the sealed blood barriers surrounding the area pulsed continuously to keep everything hidden from the outside world.
And in the center of it all—
The creature hung limply.
Broken.
Its distorted body twitched weakly beneath the countless crimson tentacles piercing through it from every direction. Blood foam continued spilling from its mouth endlessly, dripping downward onto the shattered ground beneath it.
Its consciousness had nearly collapsed completely.
Any weaker existence would have died already.
Several tis.
Yet Cain stood before it calmly.
Watching.
Expressionless.
Then—
Cain raised one hand slightly.
The blood mana flooding the underground space changed instantly.
The tentacles stopped moving.
The crushing pressure eased slightly.
And imdiately afterward—
Dense blood energy surged directly into the creature’s broken body.
The distorted figure convulsed violently.
Its cracked form began restoring itself rapidly under Cain’s control, shattered sections reforming forcefully while unstable blood mana condensed together again to preserve its consciousness from fully collapsing.
The creature suddenly gasped violently.
Its eyes widened in horror.
Because it understood imdiately.
Cain was not letting it die.
"...N...no..."
Its voice trembled weakly.
The fear in it deepened further than before.
Because death—
Would have been rcy.
Cain’s cold gaze remained fixed on it.
"You’re not done yet."
The creature imdiately struggled weakly against the restraints again.
"P...please..."
The blood tentacles tightened instantly.
The creature scread again.
Boom.
One tentacle pierced through its shoulder.
Boom.
Another wrapped around its spine before flooding it with agonizing blood mana directly into its nervous system.
The creature convulsed violently.
Its restored body imdiately began breaking apart again under the renewed torture.
Cain stepped closer slowly.
His voice remained calm.
Almost conversational.
"You know what annoys the most?"
The creature shook uncontrollably beneath the assault.
Cain continued.
"You weren’t strong enough to confront directly."
Another tentacle pierced deeper.
The creature scread.
"So instead..."
Cain’s eyes narrowed.
"You hid."
Boom.
"You manipulated emotions."
Boom.
"You interfered with thoughts."
Boom.
"You twisted mories."
Every sentence ca with another wave of agony.
The creature’s restored consciousness imdiately began collapsing again beneath the endless assaults.
And still—
Cain revived it continuously.
Every ti its body approached destruction, Cain forced blood mana into it again, stabilizing it just enough to continue the torture further.
The creature eventually realized the horrifying truth.
Cain could continue this almost endlessly.
And that realization broke sothing inside it.
Its earlier attempts at resistance disappeared completely now.
Only fear remained.
Raw.
Absolute.
The tentacles moved constantly around it, not simply attacking physically anymore but drilling directly into emotional and ntal layers of existence. Pain spread through every part of the creature simultaneously until even its distorted screams began losing coherence.
Fragnts of mories spilled uncontrollably again around them.
Ancient ruins.
Blood rituals.
Dark corridors.
Watching the sisters from afar.
Observing Cain.
Fear.
Always fear.
Cain noticed it imdiately.
This creature feared him before even touching the blood pact.
That fact alone interested him deeply.
Another tentacle suddenly wrapped around the creature’s head tightly.
The creature scread again.
And this ti—
Cain invaded its mories directly.
The underground space distorted instantly as fragnted scenes flashed rapidly around them.
A massive ancient structure hidden beneath crimson oceans.
Countless blood runes.
A sealed existence sleeping endlessly.
The creature kneeling before sothing enormous.
Then—
A glimpse.
Only a glimpse.
But enough.
An ancient blood eye opening slowly.
The creature scread violently imdiately afterward, its mories suddenly collapsing before Cain could see further.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Cain’s eyes darkened slightly.
Because now he was becoming certain this thing was not acting independently.
Sothing stood behind it.
Sothing ancient.
Sothing connected deeply to blood itself.
The creature suddenly coughed violently again.
Blood foam spilled endlessly from its mouth while its body twitched beneath the tentacles.
"P...please..."
Its voice barely existed anymore.
Cain ignored the plea entirely.
Instead—
He intensified the torture again.
The tentacles surged violently throughout the underground space, piercing deeper into the creature’s consciousness directly. The distorted figure imdiately convulsed harder than before, its unstable form flickering uncontrollably as more hidden mories burst open against its will.
The creature scread endlessly now.
Its voice had beco hoarse.
Broken.
Desperate.
Yet Cain remained utterly unmoved.
Because this was no longer only about anger.
It was investigation now.
The creature knew things.
Far too many things.
And Cain intended to drag every secret out of it personally.
Boom.
Another mory fragnt ruptured open.
The creature shrieked imdiately afterward.
Cain stepped closer again.
"You recognized ."
The creature froze briefly despite the torture.
Cain noticed instantly.
His eyes sharpened dangerously.
"You knew what I was."
The creature’s fear exploded again.
"...N...no..."
Boom.
A tentacle slamd directly through its chest.
The creature scread.
"Lying to while trapped like this?"
Cain’s voice beca colder.
"That’s brave."
The tentacles suddenly twisted deeper throughout its body simultaneously.
The creature’s screams beca almost inhuman now.
Its distorted form cracked apart repeatedly while blood mana leaked uncontrollably from every direction.
Cain watched quietly.
Then—
He spoke again.
"You feared my attacks imdiately."
Another scream.
"You recognized Overgod authority."
Another scream.
"You hid inside the blood pact specifically."
Another scream.
"And you knew how to manipulate emotional synchronization."
The creature’s body shook uncontrollably now.
Its fear had reached insanity.
Because Cain understood too much.
Far too quickly.
The tentacles suddenly stopped moving again.
Not fully.
But enough.
The underground space beca quieter afterward, filled only by the creature’s ragged breathing and weak choking sounds.
Cain stared at it silently for several monts.
The creature barely remained conscious now.
Its body twitched weakly beneath the restraints while blood foam dripped continuously from its mouth onto the ground below.
Cain slowly crouched slightly closer to it.
Close enough that the creature could see his eyes clearly.
And what it saw there—
Terrified it even more.
Because Cain no longer looked rely angry.
He looked curious.
Dangerously curious.
The kind of curiosity that dismantled secrets piece by piece until nothing remained hidden anymore.
One tentacle slowly wrapped tighter around the creature’s throat.
Not enough to kill.
Just enough to remind it.
Cain’s voice finally descended again.
Quiet.
Heavy.
Absolute.
"Tell ."
The creature trembled violently.
Blood foam spilled from its mouth again.
Cain’s gaze sharpened.
"What made you do this?"
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