Daybreak? Isadella repeated the unfamiliar term in her mind.
"Yes."
A muffled voice drifted from behind the whirlpool mask. Through its openings, a pair of pitch-black eyes could be seen.
The masked man, calling himself Cain and clad in a long black robe adorned with red clouds, gazed profoundly, his eyes flickering as he surveyed the distant, damaged city walls. He also observed the refugees. Startled by the fierce explosions, they watched the fleeing Abyss Demons in confusion, unsure of what had happened or if they should continue to flee for their lives.
"This world is filled with war, tragedy, and suffering..." Cain's voice was drawn out. "And to become the dawn that changes this world... that is the very essence of the Daybreak Organization. It is also the original purpose for which I created the Daybreak Organization—to bring forth a world of peace, like the newly risen sun."
His gaze fixed on Isadella.
