Dead God of Death.
As they walked further into the Temple, the illumination surrounding them seemed to decrease even further, and the chill permeating the air grew stronger, as though there was some hidden entity siphoning all warmth.
Despite this, Cain maintained composure. The Sky Ward didn't seem to have a problem with it, so he decided not to show anything.
'How has he been able to hold on for this long? Most people would have passed out by now.' Edward thought to himself, glancing back at Cain.
Thinking about their battle, he couldn't help but sigh to himself.
'That witch was right. This boy is something else. Perhaps that is how he and his people managed to survive outside the Dome for so long.'
'Still...'
As they arrived at the inner chamber, Cain was finally able to see a change in scenery.