Cain studied Anark in silence. The golden light of the Flow shimmered in his eyes, revealing the deeper truth of what he saw and what he felt.
Awe. And a hint of disbelief.
Six Stars of Origin already glimmered faintly around Anark's forehead, each one pulsing with cosmic rhythm, and the shadow of a seventh had begun to form. That meant the Primordial of the Void had reached the Peak ArchDeity Rank along his Primordial Path.
Unlike Cain, who had been forced to patiently forge his connection to the universe piece by piece, Anark needed only to remember, to recover what was lost, not create anew. His power was returning at an astonishing pace.
But what truly astonished the Scarlet King was not the number of stars; it was the quality of the energy that surrounded him. Even though Anark had not yet ascended to the rank of Alpha Omega Overgod, the pressure radiating from his being was equal to that of Bradley.
