Cain walked out of the Temple of Sands with a full mind.
There was a lot to think about, after all...
If the Devils were to be compared with anything, it would be a malignant cancerous growth, or a fetid, wicked plague that devoured everything.
What made them truly frightening though, was the existence of the {Broodmothers}. With the {Broodmothers}, creatures with the blood of Lyx, the Primordial Devil of Death itself flowing through their grotesque forms, the Devil population would only continue to grow so long as there were resources and mana for them to consume.
He had no idea how it worked, but with every swathe of land and life the darkness consumed, more and more Devils woukd be born.
And even after their deaths, their corpses could recycled to create even more Devils.
Such a thing was truly frightening to witness firsthand.
Like a nightmare that never truly ended.
Cain let out a sigh.
With his mind occupied, he didn't notice when he reached his destination.
