In front of Cain floated three pieces of armor.
Along with the two fragments his first Blood Avatar had gathered, he now possessed almost everything needed to cover both of his arms. The metallic pieces hovered quietly in the air, ready to be assembled.
"If I had the fragment held by the Dark Blood King, I would possess every piece of the Sacred Treasure that landed in the Dark Blood Realm."
A dangerous, cold light appeared in Cain's eyes as the thought crossed his mind. For a brief instant, the possibility of taking it by force took shape.
But just as quickly, he dismissed the idea.
He had grown stronger—there was no doubt about that. Yet he had not forgotten the overwhelming pressure of the Dark Blood King's Ancestor Domain. That was not a force he could challenge yet, and recklessness would only lead to ruin.
Without wasting time, Cain collected the three fragments, storing them carefully. However, he made sure to keep each piece separated.
