The moment Cain opened his eyes, his soul aura flared uncontrollably—an eruption not of strength, but of instability. The surge rippled through the Scarlet Crown like a tremor, its edges sharp and uneven, revealing the strain still gnawing at his body and soul.
Though Anark's power, combined with the vitality and energy of the Everstrife Empyrean World channeled by Ao and Aioro, had shortened a coma that should have lasted years—perhaps even decades—Cain remained gravely wounded. His life force, soul force, and will were holding together only because of the Samsara Runic Set and the Samsara Immortal Body. Even so, he was far from recovered.
It took several seconds before Cain managed to rise from the ground. His movements were heavy, each one carrying a faint echo of pain. He offered a grateful nod to Anark, Ao, and Aioro, then drew a deep breath as he assessed his own state from the inside out.
