Cain's mind fractured as the world exploded into white.
There was no sky, no ground, no air—only the blinding, endless void that swallowed him whole. His Titan Core raged inside him, burning violently, but it wasn't enough. The force pressing down on him was more than just power.
It was himself.
Or rather, the part of himself that had been ripped away.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his limbs trembling under the weight of a presence too vast to comprehend. The golden flames that had always answered his call flickered uncertainly, as if they, too, were unsure whether to burn or bow.
Cain gritted his teeth.
No.
No, he had come too far, fought too hard to be broken here.
His entire life had been one long war—not just against the enemies before him, but against the unseen chains wrapped around his existence. Every battle he had survived, every struggle he had endured, had led to this moment.
And now, he was being told that the enemy was himself?
His vision sharpened, and the figure before him solidified.
The shadow-wrapped being stared down at him, golden eyes burning with something deeper than hatred, stronger than rage. It wasn't looking at him like a rival.
It was looking at him like an unfinished piece.
"You have always been missing something."
Cain exhaled sharply, trying to push himself to his feet, but the pressure increased. His Titan Core flickered violently, struggling against the presence that should not exist.
"You were not meant to wake up."
The words coiled around him, sinking into his very being.
Cain snarled. "Then why am I still standing?"
The figure tilted its head, as if considering his words. Then, it smiled.
"Because you are stubborn."
Cain pushed back. He forced himself upright, golden flames roaring outward, his Titan Core screaming in defiance. The force pressing against him cracked slightly, wavering for a single moment—
And he moved.
In an instant, Cain was in front of the figure, golden fire erupting from his fist as he struck out with everything he had. The sheer force of his attack rippled through the void, golden energy shattering the silence—
And yet, the figure did not flinch.
Cain's attack never landed.
The figure's hand caught his fist mid-strike, fingers wrapping around his knuckles like an iron vice. The golden fire surging from Cain's Titan Core died instantly, extinguished by a power that was not greater—
But equal.
Cain's chest tightened.
Because he finally understood.
This wasn't just something that had been taken from him.
It was him.
"You see it now, don't you?" the figure said, voice unreadable.
Cain gritted his teeth, trying to pull back, but the grip did not loosen.
"I am the piece that was severed. The part of you that was meant to be lost forever."
Cain's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. His body wasn't responding—his Titan Core, his golden flames, the strength he had relied on for so long was frozen.
Because the force holding him down wasn't something he could fight.
It was himself.
"I was left behind so you could be weak."
Cain's heart slammed against his ribs.
"I was buried so you would never become what you were meant to be."
The figure's golden eyes burned brighter.
"And now that you have found me—"
The pressure increased.
"—there is no going back."
The void collapsed inward.
Cain had no time to react before everything shattered.