Cain stood alone in the council hall.
Once he was certain that no one remained nearby and that the formation he had deployed prevented any form of spying, an awkward smile slowly appeared on his face.
He leaned back slightly on the throne.
He had always been a prideful man, but this sort of behavior—acting as if everyone and everything in the world were beneath him—was not truly his style.
Yet recently, it had begun to come naturally.
Ever since he started embracing the identity and persona of the Red King, something inside him had shifted.
After all, the figure he was impersonating was no ordinary being. That entity had been powerful enough to create a Fourth Realm Sacred Dimension within the Crimson World itself.
The aura, the presence, the absolute confidence—those traits had begun to seep into Cain's own behavior.
"Although I must admit… it is truly relaxing," Cain murmured quietly.
