Cain cultivated peacefully within the Ocean of the Blood Sun.
The massacre he had carried out in the capital of the Heartcram Kingdom did not disturb his mind in the slightest. After all, he had killed far more for far lesser reasons in the past.
The Power of Chaos connected him to others, but that did not mean he cherished every life—far from it. What it truly granted him was the ability to form deep, genuine bonds with the few people he truly cared about.
When it came to the Blutlinie race, however, there was nothing in Cain's heart but cold indifference.
Even those who had done nothing against him received the same merciless treatment. The reason was simple.
Nature.
The people of the Crimson World could form bonds with the inhabitants of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. They could coexist. But the people of Paradise were different.
A Blutlinie could never truly bond with members of the Six Sacred Races.
