Chapter 1777: Alliance
Cain returned her gaze with a warm, genuine smile—an expression of pure affection and appreciation for his partner. Yet even as the moment passed between them, his eyes sharpened once more, returning to the focus of a hunter with prey in sight.
He inhaled deeply, opening his mouth as he began to draw in all the destructive and chaotic energy that had flooded the Divine Kingdom during their cataclysmic battle. The vast storms of unstable Origin Power and violent force swirled toward him like rivers of cosmic fire, streaming into his body, reaching his stomach.
Once the destructive energy faded, the true state of the Divine Kingdom was revealed. While its size remained impressive—still nearing that of a Late Prima Deity’s domain—its condition was utterly ravaged. Cracks and canyons stretched in every direction, massive fissures splitting the landscape like scars, while parts of the space-time matrix lay broken, leaving zones of collapsing void where no mortal life could survive.
It was a kingdom on the brink of dissolution, a realm whose majesty had been torn asunder by the recent battle.
Cain did not need to look at the destruction to sense the state of his Divine Kingdom. It was an extension of himself—his soul, his body, his will. The kingdom’s agony resonated within him like a fractured limb, yet there was no fear in his eyes. He understood exactly what needed to be done.
All the raging energy he had inhaled, drawn from the shattered remnants of the battle, had gathered within his stomach, transformed into dense scarlet flames. With a single thought, Cain unleashed that energy, sending it surging back into the heart of the Divine Kingdom. But this time, the flames were not meant for destruction—they were for healing.
The flames of the Scarlet Throne, born from Cain’s True Name, possessed the power to regenerate and restore. Where they once tore apart, now they mended. They filled cracks, sealed canyons, and wove together the shattered fragments of the space-time matrix.
Though primarily a force of physical restoration, the flames also possessed the power to heal the soul—a necessity, as the Divine Kingdom was an extension of Cain’s own spirit, forged through Origin Power and bound by his True Name.
Yet, there were limits. No matter how much energy Cain funneled into the kingdom, the damage was too extensive, the wounds too deep. The flames worked tirelessly, but the task was monumental.