Rather than shrinking beneath the immense weight of expectation placed upon him, Cain's eyes sharpened further, and his resolve solidified like tempered steel. Leading armies into the fray were nothing new to him; after all, he had once guided an entire world through a cataclysmic war.
Although the present conflict far surpassed that previous war against Dark Sky in terms of raw power, the stakes then had been unimaginably high—the very survival of Aether had rested upon his shoulders. Now, Cain knew he was facing a profound challenge: commanding Prima Deities and Legends whose loyalties he had yet to secure.
Discarding distracting memories of past conflicts, Cain focused intensely on the present. His gaze hardened, emitting a fierce determination, as he turned to face the vast assembled army. Deep within him, the powerful currents of the Oniric Truths of Gluttony and Dominion surged forth, flooding every cell in his body.
