Kain sat in his private lab, the soft hum of spiritual plants filling the air as he reviewed the data from Gabriel's procedure.
The success of Ferrin, the director, and now Gabriel had solidified his belief in the potential of his unique method of creating beast-tamers.
The creatures of Pangea had decent potential and they had increased resistance to the abyss. He wasn't content to stop at Ferrin, the director and Gabriel. If he wanted to protect himself, his family, and those he cared about, he needed more than just a handful of allies. He needed a powerful organization full of talents—a network of individuals who were not only strong but utterly devoted to him.
The thought lingered in his mind as he leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. If I'm strong enough—if I have enough powerful subordinates—then I'll have nothing to fear.
Not the Abyss. Not even the Order if they do decide to try and exploit him and his contracts against his will.