Fourth Element

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The air was still, oppressive, thick with the lingering scent of decay and earth. The landscape stretched endlessly beneath a heavy sky, shrouded in gloom. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low, ominous growl, but it did nothing to disturb the strange tranquility that had settled over the dark terrain. No wind stirred the stagnant air, no creatures dared to make a sound. It was as if the very world had paused, holding its breath for what was to come.

In the center of this desolation lay Cain, motionless, his body limp and unconscious. His skin, pale and slick with sweat, bore the scars of his battle, his muscles still twitching from the lingering effects of Lugard's venomous blood. His once-proud form now seemed small and vulnerable, as if the weight of the world had pressed down upon him, leaving him defenseless in its wake.