Cain could still feel the Origin Power flowing steadily into his body and soul, each surge of energy enhancing him with terrifying strength. But right now, his attention was fully consumed by what loomed overhead—the Crimson World Matrix.
Unlike the radiant, noble thread that had synchronized with Meylin, Cain's connection was to something darker—something vast, ominous, and incomprehensibly ancient.
The thread that aligned with him pulsed with an eerie force and the power it represented felt like a hunger that devoured all, assimilating existence itself. It was not only a consuming force, but one that twisted and corrupted, endlessly replicating itself and extending in every direction like a plague of divine scale.
To most, this would have inspired fear. But Cain only smiled, his eyes flashing with excitement and awe.
