There was no pity, no mercy, and not even a passing flicker of hesitation in Cain's eyes as the Samsara Flames consumed one cultivator after another.
Guided by the Flow, he could see directly into the hearts of those he had condemned, and what he witnessed only hardened his resolve. The stain of sin and the rot of boundless depravity clung to every strand of their existence.
Their hatred, cruelty, and corruption were so deeply woven into their essence that even if The Root had never forced his hand, Cain knew he would have eliminated every last one of them the moment he had the chance.
He did not bother to look at their writhing silhouettes or the twisted, mangled emotions that flared as the Samsara Flames devoured them. His attention remained steady, fixed only on the fire itself as the purple blaze continued its work.
