Cain showed a wide smile as he hovered in the sky, holding the massive vault above his palm.
Once he had broken every seal binding it to the capital, the enormous structure began to shrink under his control. Layers of spatial compression folded inward until, within seconds, the colossal vault had been reduced to the size of a small apple—resting perfectly in his hand.
Without hesitation, he stored it away.
Only then did Cain lift his gaze.
His eyes swept across the surroundings, focusing on the countless hidden presences observing from afar. Their auras were filled with rage, envy, and greed as they stared at the ruined capital and the treasure that had just slipped from their grasp.
The moment Cain's gaze brushed past them, those Royal Blutlinie immediately severed their spiritual connections and reinforced the seals around their hideouts.
Fear gripped them.
They were terrified that the Scarlet King might begin another hunt.
"Hmph."
Cain sneered softly before vanishing.
