The amount of Fortune generated was truly staggering—utterly gargantuan, far beyond anything Cain had forged before. Even when he had sacrificed every evil treasure across the three continents, the yield had not come close to this.
That alone revealed just how powerful Legion truly was. More importantly, it showed that the Samsara Flame cared little for quantity—it hungered for quality.
Cain stared upward, awed as waves of Fortune swirled in the sky. The golden tide shifted, condensing as though guided by unseen hands. Nearly a third of the luminous mass transformed into a single radiant sphere.
His Gift.
Cain's eyes burned with thrill and anticipation. Just what kind of treasure could be born from so much condensed destiny? What miracle lay hidden within that golden orb?
His heart raced, but before he could ponder further, the rest of the Fortune changed. The immense tide melted into Merit, streams of radiant light that poured directly into his Samsara Seal.
Agony struck.
