Facing a Third Realm Spell head on

Cain hovered amid the swirling flames and toxic fumes of the Purgatory Volcanic Range, every fiber of his being focused on the vortex of dark power forming in the sky above. 

Within that vortex, energies coalesced and grew more and more potent, fueled by Echo Runic Formations meticulously prepared in advance.

At the pinnacle of the gathering storm, a phantom began to take shape—towering and armored from head to toe in black plating, with six enormous wings flaring from its back like the pinions of a fallen archangel. A fierce, heavenly aura radiated from this figure, at once pure and absolute, yet underpinned by an ominous darkness.

A flicker of pain crossed Cain's eyes as he recognized the phantom's form: a perfect embodiment of his Fallen Archangel Battle Set. He had worn that armor and wielded its accompanying spear for what felt like an age, surviving the brutalities of the Dark Sky War thanks in large part to its protection.