"Everyone… we won. Now let's get the hell out."
Cain's voice carried through every layer of the Heart of the Root, quiet yet thunderous, resonating directly into the souls of every warrior of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.
For a heartbeat, none of them moved. None breathed. None even understood. Only moments ago, the portal had opened, the dark aura had drowned the layers, and the apocalypse itself had been moments from manifesting. They were already preparing to die. And now—victory.
A shock, almost painful in its intensity, rippled through their spirits.
They had no idea how Cain had reversed a cosmic disaster in the span of a breath. They knew only one thing: the suffocating, corrupting aura had faded, space-time had stabilized, and the malignant presence from the Emptiness was gone. The truth settled into them like dawn breaking across a battlefield.
They had won.
