Victory was theirs. The battlefield still smoldered with ruin, yet the Scarlet Path had stood triumphant.
Cain's gaze swept across the raging ocean beneath him, waves still heaving and crashing from the apocalyptic struggle that had taken place in the highest skies. The once-proud island—headquarters of the RainbowSky Heaven—was no more, obliterated alongside most of its pavilions and treasuries. Yet Cain knew there were spoils left to be claimed, remnants that could not be allowed to sink into the abyss.
Without wasting another breath, the Scarlet King dived into the depths. The water parted like molten glass around him as he descended, his senses stretched across every fathom. Along the way he collected the corpses of the Prime Deities—those whose souls had been devoured by Dionisio—snatching their space rings and treasures. Each one was a trove of wealth and inheritance that could allow a member of the Scarlet Path to grow.
