Cain did not allow himself to be distracted by the bloodshed raging below. It was true that he enjoyed control and growth in his domains, but this was not the time to play the hero. Every second spent meddling in local conflicts was another second for Azazel to plot against him. And if the Depravita won… the fate of the Everstrife Empyrean World would be far darker than anything this continent had ever seen.
With that thought anchored in his mind, Cain continued flying across the land, the wind screaming past him as he pushed his speed to the limit. He crossed jagged mountains, endless battlefields, and oceans whose waves glowed crimson under alien skies, until finally, he left one continent behind and entered another.
His destination was the Necrosol Continent.
The name was fitting—almost painfully obvious—once one looked upon it. A perpetual mantle of clouds blanketed the entire sky, but it was split in two halves as if the firmament itself had been carved down the middle.
