As the influx of soul force intensified, Helios's injuries began to heal at an alarming rate. New flesh knitted over his wounds, muscles reformed, and his missing arm started to regenerate, the process accelerated by the sheer volume of energy pouring into him.
"We can't let this continue," Cain declared, urgency sharpening his tone. It took a lot to leave those wounds, yet it seemed it was all for nothing.
Meylin nodded in agreement, her expression resolute. "We must kill him now."
The eyes of the scarlet dragon and the saintess glowed with determination. Cain's body burst with lightning and fire as he lunged forward, every muscle coiled like a spring. Simultaneously, Meylin poured all her energy and soul force into the myriad of sword shards hovering around her. The shards multiplied exponentially, increasing their mass and generating an ocean that flooded the ceiling before crashing down on the Archangel.