"He is right." It was Cain's voice that echoed across the sky. "No matter what, I will kill you three. Run as far as you want, but you will not escape my wrath."
Instead of trying to shatter their unity or break their will, Cian confirmed Divine Calamity's words. It was a declaration not only to his enemies but to the world itself, of the price of targeting the Scarlet Path.
Azan and Marcus exchanged glances, silent but certain, and gave each other a firm nod. Determination once again surged in their hearts. There was no escape. No other path. If they had to fight, then so be it. They would fight.
After all, Divine Calamity was right.
The power of the Empyrean World's continent was vast—capable of enhancing one's might beyond measure. Yet even that power was not something incomprehensible or unreachable. It merely elevated someone to the next stage, and barely.
