Meanwhile—
Sacred Continent,
Holy Blades Empire.
Inside the Hall of Radiance—a towering, majestic chamber bathed in Light Force and built with extravagant splendor—Wisdom Angel Cain sat high upon a throne flanked by statues of angels. His wings, pure and radiant, folded slightly behind him, while countless shimmering particles of Light Magic floated around him, pulsing with a terrifying, overwhelming power.
But despite the divine aura surrounding him, Cain's brow was furrowed. He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the armrest of the throne, the dull thuds echoing through the hall like a warning drumbeat.
Something was clearly troubling him.
Kneeling at the base of the throne was a man clad in heavy armor etched with powerful magic runes. A long, razor-sharp spear rested quietly on the ground beside him. He remained motionless, head bowed, silent for a long time.
