Those words—and the sheer aura of the Scarlet King—made the hearts of the seven Prima Deities tremble. They felt an overwhelming presence, a psychic might that seeped into their very minds, threatening to erase their sense of control and collapse their will.
It was a power they could not resist, a force that made their very souls shudder.
And then, just as it seemed the pressure would shatter them entirely, it vanished.
Auramyth and the others glanced at one another in disbelief, confusion written clearly across their faces. Slowly, they lifted their heads and stared at Cain.
But instead of the cold brutality they had come to expect from those who held power, like Divine Calamity, Cain met them with a calm, almost serene smile. A smile that didn't seem to belong to a man capable of ordering the death of legions without a second thought.
