Kain sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed, eyes closed, his breathing even. For once there was no noise—no recruits shouting in training halls, no reports piling on his desk, no distractions. Just silence, and the time to think.
He sifted through everything the Earth inheritance had given him. At first, the sheer scope of it had been overwhelming. Worlds inside of worlds, knowledge without end. But when he measured it against what he needed now—power, immediate and personal—it felt hollow.
The greatest boon hadn't been for him at all, but for Pangea. Nearly ten billion souls from Earth had crossed into his world.
