Cain's world shattered.
Not like before—not the slow unraveling of reality, not the quiet collapse of memory into void. This time, it was violent, like a cage breaking apart from the inside. His Titan Core roared, golden fire bursting outward, but it was not his fire alone.
Something else was burning.
Something old.
The presence—the one wearing his own face—did not move as the world collapsed around them. It simply stood there, watching, golden eyes steady, unshaken.
Cain gasped for breath, his body locking up as a pressure greater than anything he had ever known pressed against him from all sides. It wasn't an enemy's strength, wasn't a force trying to break him.
It was his own power, unrestrained, fighting to be set free.
His limbs trembled as golden flames poured from his skin, no longer responding to his will, but to something deeper. It was like a thousand voices were whispering inside him, voices that were not his own but should have been.
"You feel it now, don't you?"
Cain gritted his teeth, his vision blurring as the figure took a slow step forward.
"The part of you that was locked away."
The moment they spoke, Cain's body convulsed. A searing pain ripped through his chest, radiating outward in violent pulses. He staggered, barely keeping himself upright, his Titan Core splintering under the weight of something unknown.
"They thought if they buried me deep enough, you would never find me again."
Cain's breath caught as an unseen force wrapped around his limbs, locking him in place. Golden chains—thousands of them—erupted from the collapsing void, twisting around his body, burning with the same fire that pulsed within him.
These weren't foreign chains.
They were his own.
Memories Cain didn't know he had slammed into him all at once.
Battles fought in another time.
Flames that once burned brighter than the stars.
A throne—not of power, but of exile.
He saw himself—but not as he was now.
Stronger. Greater. Whole.
"This is what they took from you."
Cain roared, struggling against the golden chains wrapping tighter around his body. His flames surged outward, but they were wild, unrefined, acting without thought.
He was fighting against himself.
"You cannot escape this," the figure said, watching him with quiet certainty.
Cain gritted his teeth, his arms shaking as he fought against the restraints. "Like hell I can't!"
The figure exhaled softly, their golden flames flickering.
"Then why are you still bound?"
Cain froze.
His Titan Core pulsed violently, like something inside it was desperate to answer. The chains binding him were not forced onto him—they had been there all along.
And deep down, a terrible truth clawed its way to the surface.
"You put them there."
Cain's mind fractured.
The words shouldn't have made sense.
They shouldn't have been true.
But the moment they were spoken, his Titan Core reacted, golden flames bursting outward in chaotic waves, his entire being trembling under the weight of realization.
No.
No, he hadn't done this.
Had he?
A pulse of power erupted from the figure, and Cain felt it—a presence so familiar it made his bones ache.
"Let me show you."
Cain had no time to resist before the golden chains dragged him downward, pulling him into a sea of fire.
And then—the past swallowed him whole.