Kain had wondered about this for a long time.
Ever since Pangea had stabilized enough for its ecosystems to truly flourish, a quiet question had lingered in the back of his mind—one he had never had a reason, or perhaps the courage, to answer.
How strong were the strongest beings on Pangea, really?
As its creator, caretaker, and (self-proclaimed) "God", Kain occupied a strange position. No matter how powerful a creature became, no matter how high its cultivation grew, their presence never truly pressed on him. Aurem, the undisputed apex predator of the planet, could glare, roar, and vent its aura freely, and yet Kain felt little more than mild spiritual turbulence.
That made comparison difficult.
Aura pressure, after all, was the simplest metric for gauging strength across realms. It was crude, but effective. And on Pangea, that scale was warped. Everything bent around Kain. Everything deferred to him by default.
