"Rise."
Cain's voice was soft and calm, gentle yet carrying an authority that could still the hearts of gods. It was a tone that dissolved fear and filled the soul with quiet strength.
Kober obeyed, rising to his feet. The tension that had coiled in his chest began to ease. Though he maintained a respectful posture, the sight of his master no longer paralyzed him. The Scarlet King's presence carried both gravity and peace, a paradox that only deepened Kober's awe.
Cain approached without another word. Behind him, a vortex of light unfolded, a myriad of treasures, relics, and resources materializing in the air. In the next instant, all of it ignited, fusing into a single stream of plasma that poured into Cain's hand. He extended his fingers and touched Kober's forehead.
