With the immediate threat of the Dome of Sands now falling apart averted, Cain was now able to shift his attention elsewhere.
The mana cores Azazel had provided him with were mostly elemental mana cores, with a few of them being without an elemental attribute.
Luckily for him, the Dome of Sands seemed to be capable of using mana from any elemental source regardless, which had been quite the relief.
It had been a day since they had left Valestorm, and he was now locked in the temporary room that had become his own.
The room was located on the middle floor of a multi-floor building, one of the only ones still left standing in the vicinity.
It was calm and quiet, far away from the commotion that was ensuing as the soldiers were getting the mundane people ready to make the big transition from here to Valestorm.
As such, he had a lot of time to ponder on a few things.
He stroked his chin as he casually scrolled through his stat screen.
