A surge of anger washed over Ryder as he saw the lifeless form of the innocent child. His heart pounded with a mixture of sorrow and fury, solidifying his resolve.
Seeing the lifeless little girl, he couldn't remember the days when his own daughter was younger. He couldn't even imagine what he would've been like if it was his daughter in that place. This was truly a behavior that only demons could've had.
His expressions faltered as he looked towards the dark sky. "I am sorry, but I can't hold back anymore... Even if it's your son..."
Ryder and Caen were already so fast that the other young god's couldn't even see their figures. They could only see rubble occasionally flying after each of their clashes. However, what happened next stunned even them.
They saw a figure helplessly flying back, crashing on the wall of a building. The walls broke yet the figure didn't stop. The person passed through the entire building, leaving holes in every wall he came in contact with, before falling on the ground on the other side.
The person who fell was none other than Caen. Initially, Ryder's speed was the same as his. However, suddenly his speed increased so much that it was as if he had become a ghost.
The aura around Ryder had changed. His eyes were filled with a bright blue light, radiating an intense energy that crackled in the air around him. The wind seemed to swirl and bend around Ryder as he stood up, his body emanating a seemingly unstoppable power.
Strangely enough, his aura was completely different from anything he had ever seen before. It was as if some ancient power was coursing through his body. A power that was different yet comparable to his power of Abyss.
Before Caen could stand up, thousands of bright shackles came out of the group, wrapping around his hands and feet, holding him back on the ground.
Ryder's eyes that used to be filled with hesitation now had clear killing intent.
"You think this can stop me?" Caen roared. He pulled his left hand, breaking the shackle. However, just as he was about to free his right hand as well, Ryder appeared next to him.
Before Caen could free his right hand, a foot came crashing down on his elbow. Caen's arm was filled with his Divinity. Even a bullet couldn't leave the slightest of scratch on his skin, let alone a sword. Despite that, he felt his bones crack under Ryder's feet.
Caen roared in pain, but before he could even speak anything,the shackles once again appeared and pulled his left hand back to the ground as well. He couldn't react in time, and Ryder stomped on his left hand, breaking his other arm as well.
"I will kill you!" Caen shouted through gritted teeth, his voice filled with rage and determination.
Ryder didn't answer. But the next moment, a foot fell on Caen's left knee as well, breaking one of his legs.
"Your arms and legs can't make up for the lives that were lost because of you. I should grant you death. But no matter how much I want to... I still think about your family. So this shall be your last reminder. When I toss you out of this world, if you ever return, I'll kill you myself!"
As Ryder spoke, he stomped on Caen's other knee as well, breaking it. Usually Caen could heal his arms and legs right away, but Ryder also realized it. That's why, everything he broke Caen's hands and legs, he left a trace of his own aura inside Caen.
Thanks to his aura, Caen couldn't use his Divine Abilities to instantly heal his legs and arms. They could only heal slowly like a mortal's hands or legs healed.
"Since you don't consider mortals as anything more than insects, then you shall be in pain like those insects!"
Ryder made sure that this wasn't all the punishment. Thanks to his aura, even when Caen healed his arms and legs, he was always going to feel the pain that he felt now at regular intervals.
Caen writhed in agony on the ground, his body broken and wracked with pain. Ryder stood tall, his eyes still ablaze with that ancient, unyielding power.
The other young gods who had been witnessing the battle stood in stunned silence, their hearts heavy with fear. They couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the person before them.
They all wanted to know who this person was. How could there be a person in a lower world who was comparable to Janus and stronger than Caen? How was it possible?
In their entire life, they had only heard about one such person who wasn't from the Realm of Gods but was said to possess powers comparable to Chaos.
"Ezekiel?" They all looked at each other in shock. That was the only person who was said to be this strong. However, from what they remembered, Ezekiel was killed a long time ago. So how could the person before them be Ezekiel?
Moreover, Ezekiel was said to be a demon. Ryder didn't look like a demon, unless he was in disguise. They wanted to know the answer, but they didn't have the courage to ask.
Even though Ryder didn't look like a Demon, but his performance and ruthlessness had been nothing less than that of a demon.
With each passing moment, Caen's attempts to heal his injuries were thwarted by Ryder's lingering aura. The pain never subsided, a constant reminder of the suffering he had inflicted on others.
Ryder's wrath was not only physical; it was a calculated and psychological torment, making sure Caen could bear the weight of his actions for a long time to come.
Unfortunately, Ryder didn't stop here. The shackles freed Caen. Ryder grabbed Caen by his throat, raising him in the air. The grip tightened, cutting off Caen's air supply as Ryder's eyes burned with a menacing rage.
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