The sensation of rising strength was intoxicating, but Cain did not allow it to cloud his mind. He kept his focus razor-sharp, moving on without hesitation. Soon, he left the massive workshop behind and ascended into the air, streaking toward the gate that led to the third level.
The brothers were already there, waiting for him. As soon as they laid eyes on him, awe and shock flashed across their faces. They could feel the change—his physical presence radiated an overwhelming pressure, heavier and more suffocating than before, like the weight of a world pressing down.
"Hahaha! What did I tell you? You have to learn to trust your big brother—the Scarlet King is a beast," Amon said with a wide grin, his voice carrying a note of pride. He turned toward Bael, the corners of his mouth curling into a cocky smirk.
