"You are truly willing to share this kind of power?" This time it was Amara who spoke. Her eyes glowed with a skeptical, almost disbelieving light.
Cain had given them no reason to doubt him, but she simply could not fathom someone willingly sharing the power of the Runic War Avatars. A larger, coordinated force of them could change the balance of an Empyrean World. With enough Avatars, the only path forward for anyone caught unprepared would be retreat.
No one admitted it, but every super-powerhouse present subtly raised their guard toward the others. For now, they were united against The Root, their alliance held together by necessity and fear. But once that enemy fell, their reason to stand together would fade.
Now that each ruler had witnessed the power of the others, and had learn the aura and location of their worlds, no one could predict what the future would bring.
Cain only smiled as their unease thickened.
