"Lucky for me, he is dead." Cain could not help but console himself with that thought.
He had no idea how he could ever hope to overcome a being capable of committing genocide on a universal scale.
Although countless thoughts passed through his mind, his expression remained calm and unreadable. Seeing no reaction from him, the Dark Blood King continued.
"The importance of the Ancestor Tomb to the Royal Blutlinie Race lies not only in the fact that it is our origin," he said slowly, his voice heavy with meaning, "but also in what it grants us."
His eyes glowed faintly.
"Through it, one can obtain the power of true immortality… the power to create a real and majestic universe… the power for one's entire existence to surpass the limits of the Third Realm."
The moment those words were spoken, the eyes of every Royal Blutlinie present lit up with burning desire. Their blood stirred violently, reacting instinctively to the promise of such transcendence.
