With the army already in motion, the councilors directing the governnt, and the gates of the Samsara Arsenal flung wide open for the masses, everything within the Everlife Continents—and the farthest reaches of his dominion—was set into an unstoppable cascade of change.
Then, with a single, effortless wave of his hand, the Scarlet Throne manifested in the highest reaches of the sky, its enormous form awe-inspiring and terrifying. This ti, however, the opening of its gates did not signify an intent to devour. Instead, oceans of psychic power and spirit force surged forth from the throne, flooding the firmant above the Everlife Continent.
For hours, the gate remained open—longer than anyone could rember—releasing more than ninety percent of the energy it had accumulated over the previous months. The amount was so vast that the very sky was suffused with a majestic, unbroken scarlet glow, painting the entire continent in luminous crimson. At last, the gate slowly closed and vanished from sight.
"That should last for months," Cain murmured, nodding softly to himself. With that monuntal release, he granted Ao all the energy he would need for his growth. The influx was more than what even an ArchDeity could consu in a decade, enough to nourish life and power the expansion of the ford World Will across the land.
With that last task completed, Cain’s expression hardened with determination. "It is ti to move forward."
With the speed and brilliance of a shooting star, Cain shot into the distance, crossing the skies in a flash. His journey took him to the Endlessdeath Continent, a land that only a few years prior had been ravaged by the Oga War unleashed by Divine Calamity.
Now, even amidst the devastation, there were signs of hope and recovery. The land’s scars were healing: ravines were closing, forests were reborn, and new terrain was erging, vibrant and full of vitality.
Cain nodded with approval as he surveyed these changes; it was clear that Divine Sea was careful and diligent in tending to its regeneration—a rare trait among ArchDeities, who often cared little for the land they dominated.
A aningful glint shone in Cain’s eyes as he hovered above the earth, contemplating the resilience of this wounded continent. Then, with a silent incantation, he clenched his fist and allowed several drops of his own blood to fall onto the soil below.
Cain’s blood was no ordinary substance—it was saturated with an imnse vitality and imbued with the highest level of cosmic force. Just a few drops would trigger a chain reaction, accelerating the healing of the land many tis over. As soon as the blood touched the earth, a pulse of energy spread outward, quickening growth, closing wounds, and restoring life.
A faint smile flickered across Cain’s face as he witnessed the imdiate response of the landmass. It was a living testant to his power—and his will. Satisfied, he continued his advance, soaring across the continent and soon reaching the next in his journey.
This continent, Borealis, was truly radiant, illuminated not by sunlight but by the vast mountain ranges blanketed in countless waves of resplendent minerals. These mountains glowed with a majestic aura, casting a surreal, multicolored light across the entire land. The minerals themselves, though spectacular in appearance, held little value for trade or crafting, so they remained untouched. This allowed the Borealis Continent to retain its unique, otherworldly glow, a symbol of natural beauty unspoiled by greed.
Of course, Cain’s interest in Borealis was not in its scenery. He pressed forward, intent on reaching the heart of the continent, where a massive and mysterious tornado awaited him. But unlike any storm of air or water, this was a tornado of blood, swirling with raw vitality and pulsating energy. As Cain drew closer, he sensed that the force within the tornado exceeded even the ArchDeity Rank.
"A remnant of the First Era," Cain mused. The First Era was an age so ancient that not even the oldest beings in the Everstrife Empyrean World could recall it. It was a ti predating written mory—billions of years lost in obscurity. Unlike the Crimson World, where so immortal entities persisted, allowing history to be preserved intact, nothing remained from that primordial epoch, no living witness to recount its story.
Archaeological remains from that age were equally elusive. Cain, who had stolen mories from the World Breaker, the Lord of the Last Step, and even Divine Calamity himself, had found nothing—no information, no fragnts, only silence. It seed as though so great power had deliberately veiled that era in darkness, erasing all traces of its existence.
Cain’s mind swirled with hypotheses, especially after learning about Divine Calamity’s mysterious master and the alien Empyrean World, but he could not linger on these thoughts. He had a purpose here, and he intended to see it through.
Drawing a deep breath, Cain ceased concealing his aura. On the contrary, he unleashed it, allowing his presence to flood the sky above the entire continent in a wave of pure, irresistible power before restraining it once more. It took less than five seconds before figures began to erge from within the tornado of blood.
Three figures appeared, each radiating the unmistakable aura of a Peak Pri Deity.
Cain imdiately recognized two of them. "Aurelius. Alia," he intoned, naming the Godslayer Human and the Anima Machinarium he had clashed with during the Oga War. His gaze shifted to the third figure, who was new to him.
A mber of the Deus Behemoth race, she resembled a lithe vampire with broad, white wings that shimred with an ethereal glow.
"You must be Michael’s replacent," Cain said calmly.
The woman visibly tensed at his words. It was true—she was Michael’s successor as part of Divine Sea Heaven’s Trinveratum, and the position was vacant only because Cain himself had slain the previous Deus Behemoth.
"I am Alondra, Scarlet King," the woman replied imdiately, bowing deeply. The other two followed suit without hesitation, lowering their heads in respect. Although each of them had lived for millions of years, and Cain had not yet reached his second century, that did not matter.
In the Everstrife Empyrean World, only power mattered. At that mont, the Scarlet King stood alone at the pinnacle, a being who could slay ArchDeities with ease—a force beyond challenge.
Cain waved his hand, and the trio stood straight again—not by their own volition, but compelled by an invisible power that governed their bodies and wills. They exchanged uneasy glances, aware that in this presence, they stood before a true and absolute god.
As they stared into his red eyes, the wind died, the land grew silent, and the world itself seed to hold its breath.
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