The rush of rising power was exhilarating, yet Cain did not allow the sensation to cloud his judgment.
After only a few seconds, the overwhelming aura that surged from him began to settle, folding inward until his presence became almost imperceptible. Even so, as he slowly exhaled and tightened his fists, he could feel the unmistakable truth pulsing through his flesh and soul: he had ascended to a realm of strength that made the impossible suddenly appear reachable.
What had seemed like a suicidal mission only weeks earlier now carried—even if faintly—the possibility of survival.
Of course, caution remained paramount. One could never be too prepared for entities born beyond the veil of the universe.
Cain refused to waste even a breath of the precious time left to him. "There are still a little more than a week before the six-month deadline."
