With his vessel selected, the Scarlet King's eyes glowed with unwavering determination as he allowed his desire and will to burn freely.
"My goal…" he roared, his voice echoing through existence itself, "is to return home!"
The radiance of his figure surged violently as the massive current connected to his Primordial Essence began to tremble.
This step was supposed to be very hard, but not for Cain. He had been willing to bet his life, facing almost certain death, the moment he became one with The Flow, all so he could return to his family and friends.
The determination and longing blazing within the Scarlet King grew stronger and stronger, until—
"RSSSSSRHH!"
Cain tore himself free from the endless current.
The pain was unbearable. Until mere moments ago, there had been no true distinction between him and The Flow. Separating himself felt like ripping his very existence apart. Yet even then, his resolve did not waver in the slightest.
