Soon, Cain began to imagine himself as something greater than anything he had ever been.
It did not come as a clear thought at first. It was not something he consciously chose to picture. It simply… formed.
The sound of Faith's voice, which had already filled the hall with a strange weight, began to sink deeper into him, reaching a place that had nothing to do with his current body, his current strength, or even his current existence. It reached something older.
Something buried.
Something that had lived through an age where power was not measured in simple terms.
At first, what he saw was faint.
A space without boundaries.
No sky.
No ground.
No light.
No darkness.
It was not empty, yet it was not full. It existed in a state that refused to be defined, as if the very concept of form had not yet been decided.
Then, slowly, something changed.
He was there.
Not standing.
Not floating.
He simply existed.
