Only after he returned to the void surrounding the Everstrife Empyrean World did Cain finally allow the façade to break.
A sharp, involuntary tremor crossed his expression, revealing a sense of utter and absolute shock. It took every ounce of his willpower—every shard of discipline forged through countless battles—not to reveal the overwhelming storm raging in his chest when he woke up in front of the powerhouses.
He understood better than anyone the importance of morale and clarity within an army, and so he had forced himself to appear unshaken. But the truth was far from calm; in reality, he was shaken to his core, confused, and full of doubts.
Those emotions, however, did not linger for long. In a single breath, he clenched his fists, and the chaos within transformed into a cold, focused rage.
