There, standing in the skies above the crowd of countless humans, stood Soran, his aura imposing and unyielding.
His hair was still just as blonde and curly, his eyes just as golden, and his face just as arrogant as ever. His gaze, however, burned with unrelenting hatred as he stared at Caine.
Though he remained a Half-Step Sage, Caine could easily discern that Soran had grown far stronger since their last encounter.
But that didn't concern him. In fact, if Soran was about to do what Caine suspected, it would serve as the perfect opportunity for him to test something he'd been working on.
"Unseen Prince of the North," Soran's voice carried as his gaze shifted to Lilith. "Blood Expanse Heiress."
Hearing these titles, the gathered crowd erupted into an uproar, countless whispers filling the air. Caine watched the chaos unfold with a faint, amused smile.
