Consuming Peak Divine Transcendence's Inner Worlds

Cain exhaled raggedly, each breath searing his lungs. The burning sensation in his chest made him grit his teeth, but beneath the overwhelming exhaustion and the depletion of his energy reserves, he felt a surge of triumph.

Slowly, he surveyed the dome and saw Diamon and the other top-tier combatants sprawled across the floor, ceiling, and walls. They were still alive—albeit barely—but so wounded that most had slipped into comas or were too broken to resist further.

With the battle finally at an end, Cain was free to turn his focus inward. Shutting his eyes, he activated the Concept of Life, feeling its restorative forces begin to stabilize his raging energies and repair his battered physique.

Even if this was a slow process, he had little reason to worry that Diamon or anyone else might suddenly recover. The dome remained a crucible of scorching radiation seeping from the Sky Sovereign's corpse—enough to steadily gnaw at their already grievous wounds.