Below, the eyes of the Royal Blutlinie began to glow with dawning understanding.
Bit by bit, the truth became clear.
The Red King was powerful—monstrously so—but his background was not some untouchable mystery tied to higher realms or ancient empires.
He was… ordinary.
Or at least, not protected.
Not backed.
Not beyond their reach.
The smile on Shakra's face widened as he sensed the shift.
The doubt that Cain had sown moments ago was fading. The hesitation among the warriors of the Eternal Soul Kingdom began to dissolve, replaced by something far more dangerous—
Confidence.
The Eternal Soul King had been weakened by his clash with the Nirvana Crown Prince. That much was undeniable. But even so, he still retained immense strength.
Defeating the Red King alone might have been difficult.
But he was not alone.
Unlike Cain.
"You have no one," Shakra repeated, his voice steady, certain.
For a moment, Cain said nothing.
His body trembled slightly.
But it was not fear.
