Determination and a quiet, rising courage began to kindle within the eyes of the super-powerhouses of the Six Sacred Races as Cain finished speaking.
The Scarlet King's plan made sense—strategic, precise, and achievable without sacrificing half their number. Though every person in the chamber understood the danger they faced and the crushing importance of their mission, silence still hung heavily in the air.
Cain could feel the question crossing their minds, even if none dared utter it.
Who would enter the Ninth Layer?
"I will be the one who marches into the Ninth Layer," Cain said calmly.
Even though they masked it well, the subtle flickers in their auras were impossible to hide from his golden eyes. A faint thrill passed through the group, a silent relief that they would not be the ones undertaking the most perilous task of all.
But Cain was not done.
