Of course, hope without a plan was useless. Cain knew that better than anyone. The moment the thought of Rylanor's survival gave him a spark of resolve, his mind sharpened like a blade. If he wanted to save his son, Amon, and all those who had been captured, then he needed more than determination. He needed a path through the storm.
His first thought was simple: summon Leonidas, Bael, and the rest of the Archdeities to the council and begin strategizing. Yet before he could act, he froze. His eyes narrowed, and a cold sharpness rose within him as a name crossed his mind.
Divine Sea.
The betrayal still seared through him like a brand.
