If Cain's only concern had been the coming war, he never would have chosen this reckless path. But he understood a truth few could grasp: there was no horror greater than losing one's mind, losing oneself. That was a torment he would wish only upon his worst enemies. And anyone who could endure that slow collapse of memory and reason, yet still face it with dignity, refusing to crumble into despair—that was not merely a warrior. That was a man of steel, a man of courage.
Determination burned like fire in Cain's golden eyes. His willpower surged, unbreakable, as he drew in a long breath and spoke with grim finality.
"This will be painful."
Those were the only words Leonidas heard before the agony struck.
