Caine was as weak as Shamaran, maybe even more so, because unlike the Mother of Poison who willfully submitted herself to the wrath of Primordial Chaos, Caine was filled with nothing but hate as he fought against a power that could wipe him out of existence if they wanted, and yet they did not.
His hate was directed towards Primordial Chaos, burning so fiercely that he was drawing upon it to strengthen his resolve, however, no matter how much he hated Primordial Chaos, what he hated the most was himself.
His weakness, the need for him to bow and scrape for every single crumb of opportunity that the Primordials let slip from their massive fingers, the endless pain and madness that plagued his every waking moment when he imagined that if Primordial Chaos wanted to kill him, he only needed to wish for it.
