Chapter 2393: The death of the Scarlet King (VI)
Anark, Amara, Cipher, Zephirax, Arkam, and Bael stood within the grand chamber of the Golden Hall, joined by Leonidas, Amon, and Uriel. The vast space, once a symbol of unity and triumph, now felt heavy and suffocating.
The moment Cain had been taken away, Anark had not wasted a single second. He immediately raised the forces of the Scarlet Kingdom to the highest level of alert, mobilizing fleets and legions before marching straight to the Golden Hall to deliver the news to the great generals of the Nine Empyrean Sun Alliance.
The shock had rippled through every Empyrean World under their banner.
Without their strongest warrior—without the Scarlet King—the Alliance fell into a state of emergency. Preparations began at once. Troops were mobilized, defensive formations reinforced, and contingency plans enacted.
No one knew what kind of hidden danger might strike next, and without Cain’s presence, even a minor miscalculation could lead to catastrophe. After all, he was the only one able to break the Wall of Fire and Flesh and face the Monster of the Root.
Several days passed in relentless activity before the leaders were finally able to gather and analyze their next move.
Each of them wore a solemn expression. The weight pressing down on their shoulders was overwhelming—the same crushing responsibility Cain had carried every day while leading the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance. Only now did the super powerhouses of the Six Sacred Races truly understand how naïve they had been when they once contested his leadership.
To realize that a single decision could condemn billions of lives, entire worlds erased with one wrong choice, was a nightmare beyond measure. And yet Cain had always made it seem effortless.
But there was no time to dwell on the past.
"We have used every means and tool at our disposal," Arkam spoke, his voice calm and analytical despite the tension. "It is certain that the Scarlet King is not within any of our Empyrean Worlds, nor in the void surrounding them."
The others nodded in agreement.
"Could he be in the Empyrean Worlds of those traitors?" Uriel asked, cold disgust flashing through his eyes as he spoke the words.