The corpse that fell resembled that of a young man with golden hair and a sharp, refined aura. His identity was unmistakable—Martin, the Crown Prince of the Golden Star Kingdom, a figure the entire Everlife Continent believed to be dead.
But Martin had not perished.
Back when Cain, disguised as Jarkal, triggered that catastrophic explosion which engulfed both himself and Martin, he had made a calculated decision.
Instead of killing the young prince, Cain had sealed Martin within the stomach of Lord of Conquest Leviathan. There, isolated in the deepest parts of the beast's essence, Martin's will and ego had been constantly eroded—devoured by the Concept of Gluttony and reshaped by the Path of Conquest.
A dry cough echoed across the volcanic shoreline.
"Kuh-huh!"
