Cain stood atop his castle with a solemn expression, his mind working relentlessly as he considered his next move.
"I know the location of the fragment," he thought, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon. "But I am not free to act as I wish. And even if I decided to hand it over in exchange for military credits, I have no way to explain how I found it without placing myself in danger."
There was no possibility that Cain would reveal his ability to sense other fragments through the Power of Chaos. Such knowledge would only invite trouble. In the worst-case scenario, the Dark Blood Kingdom would treat him as nothing more than a tool—his mind sealed, his freedom stripped away, his existence reduced to a weapon used at their convenience.
After several minutes of silent contemplation, a plan began to form in his mind.
Taking a slow, steady breath, Cain sat down and adopted a meditative posture.
