The super-powerhouses of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe stood before the massive golden hall.
The Universe Will had granted them a stronghold—one place where they could gather the full might of each of their worlds—but a single, enormous problem immediately overshadowed that gift.
As they glanced at one another, none showed even the slightest sign of real and profound trust, the kind needed to forge a true alliance.
Their expressions were cold, guarded, suspicious. None of them truly knew each other. And the fact that some still carried the doctrines of the Light and Dark Camps—doctrines demanding hatred—only made the situation worse.
Cain watched them with a sharpening frown. His golden eyes read their emotions and intentions with merciless precision, and what he saw was troubling: not even a trace of unity, not even a faint desire to work together. And yet unity was the only way they could hope to face The Root.
