Cain's eyes narrowed as he heard those words. There had to be a reason why the Crimson Exarch wanted him to be the last to face the Overseer, but no matter how he turned it over in his mind, the answer eluded him.
Taking a slow breath, he glanced at Meylin and the others. They share the suspicions of Cain, but it was also the best path for them. After a brief exchange of nods, the Neo-Demon turned toward the Exarch.
"I agree."
"Perfect."
The Crimson Exarch's smile widened, sharp, almost luminous, but as he faced the Overseer, it faded. His expression darkened as if his soul had become a bottomless void. His emotions fell under absolute control, body, mind, and soul merging into perfect composure. Two sleek guns manifested in his hands, forged from divine material and through which the Light of The Flow marched perfectly.
