Despite existing only as a memory, the colossal Tower crowned with a crimson sun remained a vision Cain doubted he would ever forget. It was a place of wonder beyond imagination—a structure older than eras, grander than realms, and steeped in a power so absolute it defied ordinary comprehension.
If he ever gained the chance, he would truly cherish the opportunity to see it with his own eyes rather than through borrowed recollection.
But Cain did not allow himself to drift too long into the past. His gaze lifted toward the ceiling of the Samsara Sacrificial Ground, where the remnants of Merit still pulsed gently.
His Samsara Seal had consumed roughly sixty-five percent of the Merit forged from the Fortune, leaving an abundant portion unused. Cain had expected such an outcome. That was precisely why he had not come alone this time.
A small, meaningful smile touched his lips as he turned toward Anark.
