"You're in a very troubled situation right now, brat," Apex's voice echoed in Cain's mind, carrying a note of caution. "If you want to remain a trusted partner of the old Anima and keep obtaining treasures, you'll have to take down the people from the Night Prince's faction. But that will definitely enrage that man, the one you were supposed to be working for from the very beginning."
Hearing this, Cain only smiled. Despite the serious warning embedded in Apex's words, cold calculation danced behind Cain's eyes. He was no stranger to complicated sect politics or the precarious line between alliances and enmities.
"I know, but I already have a plan," Cain said, his tone clipped yet brimming with quiet confidence. "Worst-case scenario, I'll just fully align with the Anima and use my connection with the Night Prince to harm him."
