Meylin's eyes, which had remained steady even in the face of absolute doom, trembled the instant she heard those words.
Then, space itself fractured.
The void split apart, revealing a wondrous golden current that stretched into infinity. It was an endless river of liquid light, carrying the very essence of causality as countless streams intertwined in an eternal cycle.
From that boundless river emerged a young man.
Cain.
The moment his crimson eyes met Meylin's, a gentle smile filled with love, relief, and admiration appeared on his face. He did not speak. He did not need to. That single expression told her everything.
'You have done enough.'
Then he turned toward the void.
His warm smile vanished, replaced by absolute focus as he faced the descending Empyrean Samsara Sun.
