A white flame ignited within the pupil of Cain's Ancestor Eye.
In the same instant, that flame burst outward from his body, surging skyward and forming a colossal pillar of white fire that pierced the highest sky. It rose endlessly, as if seeking to burn through the very limits of the Dark Blood Realm.
The power contained within it was so vast that both kings instinctively leapt backward, as they feared being caught within its reach and being incinerated.
Yet the white flames did not burn.
They devoured nothing.
Their effect was far more terrifying.
The flames resonated with time—yet they did not obey it. They moved according to principles that stood above time itself, distorting causality, freezing motion, and severing the natural order. Even the will of the Dark Blood Realm trembled as the power was unleashed, as if the world itself recognized the awakening of a truly apocalyptic force.
This was not merely strength.
This was authority.
