Cain and Meylin rose once more into the skies of the Fourth Realm. Neither needed to speak for Skull Lord to understand how their meeting with the Three Moons had gone. The coldness in their expressions, restrained yet unmistakable, told him all he needed to know.
At the very least, there had been no surge of catastrophic energy—no battle. That alone spared him a great deal of trouble. After all, while Skull Lord himself was not really fond of the Three Moons, they fulfill a crucial role in the battle for the Fourth Realm, so he could not just kill them.
"Let us return to the Heart of Sin," Skull Lord said calmly. "You may rest there, and we can discuss our next move."
Cain nodded, and the group immediately set off.
The Fourth Realm was truly vast, far beyond what the lower realms could compare to. Space-time here was extraordinarily dense, its resistance making long-distance teleportation complex even for beings of great power.
