An Omega War—this was more than Cain had ever dared to ask for. It was, without a doubt, utterly astonishing, beyond his wildest dreams. A conflict of such scale was not just an opportunity—it was a divine wind that would carry his ambitions forward.
Cain's vision of the future required more than strategy and cunning. It needed war. Chaos. Blood. The fall of the old and the rise of the new. He needed to dismantle those who opposed him and empower those willing to follow him into the fire. But up until now, his progress had been slow.
Not only was he limited by the strength he could muster, but he also had to tread carefully—not to provoke the wrath of the Omega Lord Tier Organization that ruled over this continent. There were limits, invisible yet absolute. Too much bloodshed, too much devastation, and that slumbering godly force would awaken—and crush him.
