The Ending of preparation

Cain stood with a smile, "Done deal," He extended his hand to Ereshkigal.

"Remember, I'm not a fighter," She took his hand, standing up.

"You don't need to fight. Just provide a way for people to escape so we can fight with ease."

SWOHS! Divine magic rushed from Arad, seeing into her body.

"AH!" She moaned, falling to her knees as the magic seeped through her bones.

Cain blinked, a lot of his magic was getting sucked by her.

"You're a really greedy one," He smiled.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT ALL!" She cried, trying to crawl away, but her hand was locked tight in his palm.

"We can't stop the transfer midway. You have to take all," Cain started pushing more and more divine magic into her until she screamed, four white wings bursting from her back.

"Here you go, the portfolio of bug is yours," He smiled.

She remained there, panting, "That was...strange," She stared at him all red.