Cain sat in silence at the heart of the Scarlet Crown, his body motionless, his eyes closed. Waves upon waves of life force surged into him from the continents under his dominion, flooding both body and soul. The ocean of vitality coursed through his veins, nurturing his existence, repairing torn flesh, knitting shattered bones, restoring his lost limb, and mending the backlash that Resurrección had inflicted.
Ao, the World Will turn multicontinental consciousness, channeled the torrent with precision, ensuring the flow strengthened rather than consumed him. Months passed in that suspended state until, finally, Cain opened his eyes.
