With the alliance secured, the massive flying fortress of the Aztorus Kingdom descended and took position directly above the center of the Ocean of the Blood Sun.
The moment it stabilized, Cain felt it clearly—the fortress had begun channeling the energy of his oceanic body, drawing upon the boundless vitality and blood force beneath it to power its countless formations, runes, and weapon arrays.
It was an enormous drain.
But Cain did not care.
The Ocean of the Blood Sun possessed more energy than the fortress could ever hope to exhaust, and Cain's attention was focused elsewhere. His true priority lay in the soul extraction and purification of the Ancestor Drops from the countless Blutlinie the Aztorus King had sent into the ocean as tribute a few minutes ago.
One by one, their souls were stripped and collected into golden orbs that spread across the Ocean of the Blood Sun, hidden from everybody.
