"Tenth Empyrean World."
Cain uttered those words slowly, each syllable charged with a killing intent unlike anything he had shown before. His eyes glowed with a fire that was red and resolute, burning with the essence of pure determination. Now, by sheer chance—without even actively searching for it—he had found it. At last, he had learned the name of the home of his enemies.
From this point forward, it was no longer a question of vague speculation but a matter of pursuit. All he needed now was to locate it, to grow strong enough, and then to lead his legion into that world. And once he stood upon its soil, he would kill everything in his path. If necessary, he would destroy the entire world itself, erasing it from existence!
The burning slaughter intent echoing through Cain's being surged like a tide, filling every fiber of his existence. Yet before it could completely overwhelm him, the Ancestor's projection continued to speak, pulling his focus back.
