"We should kill them—and everyone aligned with them."
Anark's mind sharpened as his focus locked onto the fading aura of the portals. Though he could not cross them directly, he could memorize their signatures, trace them through the void, locate their Empyrean Worlds, and shatter their Empyrean Walls in order to reach them.
After that, with the full power of the Scarlet Kingdom unleashed, they could butcher every last being within those worlds.
When it came to the Tenth Empyrean World, the True Primordial of the Void intended to take no chances.
Even though many of his memories from before his reincarnation remained foggy, they were slowly returning, piece by piece. And with them came hatred—burning, relentless hatred for the Tenth Empyrean World, growing more intense with every passing moment.
Unfortunately for Anark, Cain shook his head.
"We will not do that," Cain said calmly. "We will let them be."
Anark immediately frowned, his eyes turning cold.
"But they—"
