Although the dimension was beyond glorious, Cain was not one to let his focus slip. He gave a short, firm nod to the brothers, signaling for them to continue forward.
The trio flew for roughly twenty minutes through the boundless realm before reaching walls so colossal that they seemed to touch the highest sky—towering thousands of meters high, stretching beyond sight in either direction. Of course, they could have simply flown over them, but that would trigger the protective formations woven into the very fabric of the fortress. In a place once ruled by Alpha-Omega Overgods, such defenses would undoubtedly hold the power to kill an Arch Deity.
Amon and Bael both glanced at Cain, signaling him to stay close as they approached one of the many gates spaced along the outer wall. The gate itself did not look particularly imposing, yet the moment they stood before it, an oppressive aura crashed down upon Cain, pressing against his body and soul with ancient authority.
