Eight months had passed since the dark whirlpool atop the Eye of Gluttony began devouring more and more pieces of the Sun Lord's incarnation. The process had been slow and meticulous, with the Demon King's soul force carefully guiding the assimilation to ensure everything proceeded smoothly. Finally, the stream of energy ceased, and the Demon King's soul force carefully withdrew from Cain's black hole.
The Neo-Demon opened his eyes, and a cold, brutal, and envious light flickered within them—mirroring the gaze that Helios had often shown. Though many of the memories he had absorbed were fractured, and there were massive time lapses between them, Cain had still attained hundreds of thousands of years of knowledge implanted directly into his mind. He could feel every sensation the Sun Lord had perceived during those times—the victories, the defeats, the moments of profound insight.
