The silence lingered, heavy and solemn, stretching across the battlefield like a suffocating fog. Both sides—Tiamat's forces and those loyal to the Lord of Ages—held their positions, eyes fixed upon the Neo-Demon waiting to see what he would do.
In this moment, all fate seemed to hinge upon his decision.
If Cain were to side with the Lord of Ages, it was entirely possible that the tides of battle would shift once more. Victory, so close for the Dragon Empress, could dissolve in an instant, replaced by the threat of absolute defeat.
Cain said nothing at first. He merely stared at the Lord of Ages with a cold, unreadable gaze. Then, slowly, his crimson eyes shifted toward Tiamat.
"That is a very good price," he said at last, his voice smooth and dangerously calm. "One that would definitely be enough to incentivize me to act."
Tiamat said nothing. She merely stared at Cain, her expression impassive, though her draconic eyes glowed with barely contained interest.
