When the two weeks finally ended, master and disciple went their separate ways.
Kober returned to his training grounds, his spirit alight with determination. He knew his newfound strength was not a gift to be taken lightly. The foundation of his Astral Rebirth Path of Power needed to be refined, every step built with patience and care before he could take the next leap toward evolution.
His potential now reached toward the ArchDeity rank, a realm once beyond his imagination, and he felt both gratitude and obligation. He owed it to his master and to himself to reach that glorious height.
Cain, meanwhile, remained suspended in the skies above, his crimson robes drifting softly in the winds. A strange light flickered in his mind. It wasn't pain or weakness; on the contrary, it felt… liberating. As though a taut string, long anchored in the depths of his consciousness, had finally snapped.
For a moment, he simply closed his eyes and breathed.
