Of course, for Cain, even death was not the true end.
"Worst-case scenario," he thought calmly, "I will send my Primordial Essence into the Flow. Losing this Royal Blutlinie body would wound me deeply and set me back years—perhaps even decades—but that is far better than death… or slavery."
His eyes sharpened.
Focus and determination burned within them, steady and unyielding as he prepared for whatever might come next.
The Dark Blood King was surprised once again.
Abraham stood with his head lowered, his posture tense and cautious, ready to submit if necessary. But Cain's gaze remained firm and unbroken. There was no fear in it—only resolve.
The Dark Blood King studied him for several seconds.
Then his posture relaxed.
A wide smile spread across his face.
"Good," he said. "You have proven your capabilities. I can now officially recognize both of you as Generals of the Dark Blood Realm."
"Generals?"
