Cain's eyes were steady, his heartbeat calm as he moved forward. He had no idea how long he had been walking. In this void, time did not exist—the emptiness devoured all sense of measure or direction. Ahead, there was only darkness.
But the Neo-Demon refused to think about how long the journey had taken, or how much farther he had to go. He could feel the three hands pressed against his back—Meylin's, Tiramisu's, and the Enlightened One's—and he took another step forward.
The Neo-Demon had silenced his mind. He knew that if he began to think, to analyze, the emptiness would pierce his thoughts, unraveling his sanity and swallowing them all into a nameless dark. This was not just a test of his domain over Unity, but also a test of his willpower and focus.
"One step after another. That's all that matters. One step after another. Nothing else. One step after another..."
