Closing Curtains

Cain appeared utterly unaffected by the exchange, his posture relaxed and his eyes gleaming with an inner fire that refused to be extinguished.

The God Emperor, on the other hand, couldn't fully suppress a tremble that ran through his immortal body. It was barely perceptible, a slight quiver that would have gone unnoticed by most. But to beings of their level, it spoke volumes.

The air crackled with an almost tangible tension, heavy with the weight of countless years and unfathomable power. 

Wildfury God Emperor stood tall, his presence a force that could reshape galaxies, yet for the first time in his illustrious existence spanning hundreds of thousands of years, bewilderment clouded his usually stern features. 

Before him stood Cain, a mere Heavenly Venerate by his classification, yet matching the God Emperor's presence with a casual ease that defied all logic.