The underground space reeked of blood.

Dark crimson mist floated everywhere now, mixing with shattered fragments of blood mana and distorted emotional energy leaking from the creature’s unstable body. The underground walls had long since cracked apart from the overwhelming pressure released during the torture, while the sealed blood barriers surrounding the area pulsed continuously to keep everything hidden from the outside world.

And in the center of it all—

The creature hung limply.

Broken.

Its distorted body twitched weakly beneath the countless crimson tentacles piercing through it from every direction. Blood foam continued spilling from its mouth endlessly, dripping downward onto the shattered ground beneath it.

Its consciousness had nearly collapsed completely.

Any weaker existence would have died already.

Several times.

Yet Cain stood before it calmly.

Watching.

Expressionless.

Then—

Cain raised one hand slightly.

The blood mana flooding the underground space changed instantly.

The tentacles stopped moving.

The crushing pressure eased slightly.

And immediately afterward—

Dense blood energy surged directly into the creature’s broken body.

The distorted figure convulsed violently.

Its cracked form began restoring itself rapidly under Cain’s control, shattered sections reforming forcefully while unstable blood mana condensed together again to preserve its consciousness from fully collapsing.

The creature suddenly gasped violently.

Its eyes widened in horror.

Because it understood immediately.

Cain was not letting it die.

"...N...no..."

Its voice trembled weakly.

The fear in it deepened further than before.

Because death—

Would have been mercy.

Cain’s cold gaze remained fixed on it.

"You’re not done yet."

The creature immediately struggled weakly against the restraints again.

"P...please..."

The blood tentacles tightened instantly.

The creature screamed again.

Boom.

One tentacle pierced through its shoulder.

Boom.

Another wrapped around its spine before flooding it with agonizing blood mana directly into its nervous system.

The creature convulsed violently.

Its restored body immediately began breaking apart again under the renewed torture.

Cain stepped closer slowly.

His voice remained calm.

Almost conversational.

"You know what annoys me the most?"

The creature shook uncontrollably beneath the assault.

Cain continued.

"You weren’t strong enough to confront me directly."

Another tentacle pierced deeper.

The creature screamed.

"So instead..."

Cain’s eyes narrowed.

"You hid."

Boom.

"You manipulated emotions."

Boom.

"You interfered with thoughts."

Boom.

"You twisted memories."

Every sentence came with another wave of agony.

The creature’s restored consciousness immediately began collapsing again beneath the endless assaults.

And still—

Cain revived it continuously.

Every time its body approached destruction, Cain forced blood mana into it again, stabilizing it just enough to continue the torture further.

The creature eventually realized the horrifying truth.

Cain could continue this almost endlessly.

And that realization broke something inside it.

Its earlier attempts at resistance disappeared completely now.

Only fear remained.

Raw.

Absolute.

The tentacles moved constantly around it, not simply attacking physically anymore but drilling directly into emotional and mental layers of existence. Pain spread through every part of the creature simultaneously until even its distorted screams began losing coherence.

Fragments of memories spilled uncontrollably again around them.

Ancient ruins.

Blood rituals.

Dark corridors.

Watching the sisters from afar.

Observing Cain.

Fear.

Always fear.

Cain noticed it immediately.

This creature feared him before even touching the blood pact.

That fact alone interested him deeply.

Another tentacle suddenly wrapped around the creature’s head tightly.

The creature screamed again.

And this time—

Cain invaded its memories directly.

The underground space distorted instantly as fragmented scenes flashed rapidly around them.

A massive ancient structure hidden beneath crimson oceans.

Countless blood runes.

A sealed existence sleeping endlessly.

The creature kneeling before something enormous.

Then—

A glimpse.

Only a glimpse.

But enough.

An ancient blood eye opening slowly.

The creature screamed violently immediately afterward, its memories suddenly collapsing before Cain could see further.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Cain’s eyes darkened slightly.

Because now he was becoming certain this thing was not acting independently.

Something stood behind it.

Something ancient.

Something connected deeply to blood itself.

The creature suddenly coughed violently again.

Blood foam spilled endlessly from its mouth while its body twitched beneath the tentacles.

"P...please..."

Its voice barely existed anymore.

Cain ignored the plea entirely.

Instead—

He intensified the torture again.

The tentacles surged violently throughout the underground space, piercing deeper into the creature’s consciousness directly. The distorted figure immediately convulsed harder than before, its unstable form flickering uncontrollably as more hidden memories burst open against its will.

The creature screamed endlessly now.

Its voice had become hoarse.

Broken.

Desperate.

Yet Cain remained utterly unmoved.

Because this was no longer only about anger.

It was investigation now.

The creature knew things.

Far too many things.

And Cain intended to drag every secret out of it personally.

Boom.

Another memory fragment ruptured open.

The creature shrieked immediately afterward.

Cain stepped closer again.

"You recognized me."

The creature froze briefly despite the torture.

Cain noticed instantly.

His eyes sharpened dangerously.

"You knew what I was."

The creature’s fear exploded again.

"...N...no..."

Boom.

A tentacle slammed directly through its chest.

The creature screamed.

"Lying to me while trapped like this?"

Cain’s voice became colder.

"That’s brave."

The tentacles suddenly twisted deeper throughout its body simultaneously.

The creature’s screams became almost inhuman now.

Its distorted form cracked apart repeatedly while blood mana leaked uncontrollably from every direction.

Cain watched quietly.

Then—

He spoke again.

"You feared my attacks immediately."

Another scream.

"You recognized Overgod authority."

Another scream.

"You hid inside the blood pact specifically."

Another scream.

"And you knew how to manipulate emotional synchronization."

The creature’s body shook uncontrollably now.

Its fear had reached insanity.

Because Cain understood too much.

Far too quickly.

The tentacles suddenly stopped moving again.

Not fully.

But enough.

The underground space became quieter afterward, filled only by the creature’s ragged breathing and weak choking sounds.

Cain stared at it silently for several moments.

The creature barely remained conscious now.

Its body twitched weakly beneath the restraints while blood foam dripped continuously from its mouth onto the ground below. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Cain slowly crouched slightly closer to it.

Close enough that the creature could see his eyes clearly.

And what it saw there—

Terrified it even more.

Because Cain no longer looked merely angry.

He looked curious.

Dangerously curious.

The kind of curiosity that dismantled secrets piece by piece until nothing remained hidden anymore.

One tentacle slowly wrapped tighter around the creature’s throat.

Not enough to kill.

Just enough to remind it.

Cain’s voice finally descended again.

Quiet.

Heavy.

Absolute.

"Tell me."

The creature trembled violently.

Blood foam spilled from its mouth again.

Cain’s gaze sharpened.

"What made you do this?"