The three Royal Guards stood upon Cain's shoulders, their gazes shifting between him and the Ocean of the Blood Sun below. They could feel it clearly—something monumental was about to unfold. None of them dared to speak. Even the slightest distraction could disrupt whatever process their master was about to begin, and the weight of that realization kept them silent.
Cain inhaled slowly, steadying his mind as his focus locked onto the vast crimson ocean.
Although his Primordial Essence and soul had long since been transferred into his Royal Blutlinie body, the Ocean of the Blood Sun remained an extension of himself. It was not separate in any meaningful way; it was no different from his own heart or brain. That intrinsic connection made it perfect.
