Cain took a deep breath, forcing the chaos in his mind into order. His eyes narrowed as he began to analyze the situation with ruthless precision. He activated the System, feeding streams of data into his consciousness, while the Crown of Ascension enhanced his mental capabilities to their utmost limit. For fourteen long, grinding hours, he simulated countless scenarios. Paths opened before him, only to collapse into failure. Options branched like a web, only to end in ruin.
Again and again, he searched for a way to rescue Rylanor, Amon, and the others. Yet no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he was willing to risk, the conclusion remained the same. There was no scenario in which he could save the hostages.
