"Let's do it."
A calm smile rested on Cain's face as he regarded the Blood Sun Clan's group, without a single trace of hesitation or trepidation in his heart. If anything, the more he observed their behavior, the more amused he became.
People often assumed that as one's strength increased, so would their composure, dignity, and bearing. Surely, those who stood at the summit of existence would have transcended the childish games played by lesser beings, possessing enough confidence in their superiority that they would no longer need to resort to such transparent tactics.
However, the more Cain interacted with those who occupied the highest positions of power, the more he understood how mistaken that assumption was. Power did not necessarily change someone's nature; more often than not, it simply gave them the freedom to express it without fear of consequences.
"I suppose even Fourth Realm life forms can behave like clowns."
