Cain did not move.
Not at first.
Not even a single step.
He stood there in that endless stretch of mist, his body still, his eyes fixed on the empty space where everything had just disappeared, where the battlefield had been swallowed whole as if it had never existed, where Ivira had stood, where she had spoken, where she had died in front of him again.
Time passed.
Or maybe it did not.
It was hard to tell in a place like this.
He can't sense the time and can't sense where he's from.
It's like an illusion, a dream world or something else.
In which case, he also didn't seem to be that interested in knowing.
Soon enough, the silence returned, heavy and complete, pressing down on him from every direction, filling the space with something that felt thicker than air, something that made even breathing feel unnecessary.
Cain's gaze did not waver.
"…That…"
His voice came out low, almost lost before it could fully form.
"…That was…"
He stopped.
