Chapter 888: Invitation
Cain's eyes glinted with a hidden purpose as he turned to Ishmael. "I have a proposition for your profession masters, one that might pique your interest."
The Atrox Immortus Emperor turned toward the Scarlet King as he heard those words, and a sharp light appeared in his eyes. While masters were not the foundation of the Atrox Immortus Empire's power, their contributions were significant, and their absence would be felt.
"Could you please provide more details about this offer?" Ishmael's words were measured, his caution palpable. He sensed goodwill in the offer but had to tread carefully to protect his people.
Cain only smiled, as it was normal for the Atrox Immortus Emperor to show some carefulness around him, but he could see it was way less than when they first met. "I want to invite your best Wave Crafters, Alchemy Masters, Rune Masters, and Genetic Coders to a unique cultivation ground.
They will have access to the most advanced cultivation techniques and knowledge regarding their professions, and I guarantee their safety."
At this point, Cain paused, and a severe expression appeared as he explained the cons of the invitation. "The place where the profession masters will go is secret, and I cannot allow its location to be revealed, so anyone that accepts this invitation will have to remain there until the battle with Dark Sky is over."
Ishmael's eyes narrowed as he began to ponder. There was no doubt in his mind that the place the Scarlet King described would surely improve his people, but it would be a lie if he said that the decades or maybe even hundreds of years of seclusion did not bother him.
He turned toward the Dark Emperor and Prime Minister Razputin, trying to get some insight about this invitation, but the Inferno Daemon duo remained silent.
"They do not know of this training heaven, as currently, there are only humans in it," Cain said to Ishmael before turning toward the Dark Emperor and Prime Minister Razputin. "Of course, I am also extending this invitation to you, but I believe it will be more complicated to find the right people among the Inferno Daemons in Atlas."
A complicated expression appeared in the Dark Emperor and Prime Minister Razputin. Cain was tactful, as the number of the Inferno Daemon Race had diminished immensely, and the first ones to die during the initial clash with the Dark Fog were those who did not specialize in fighting.