Cain spent one more peaceful day with his foster father, Lord Kabuto, savoring the rare stillness that lingered between the endless tides of war. The two spoke littlewords seemed unnecessary when silence carried more weight. When the time came to part, Cain clasped Kabutos hand firmly and bowed with quiet respect before rising once more into the boundless sky.

Kabuto had already been enhanced through Genetic Coding and Tribulation Ascension before the final clash against the Imperium of Time. There was little more Cain could do for him now. It was wiser to wait until his abilities could produce truly meaningful improvements.

The winds of the upper sky shimmered as Cain ascended, crimson light trailing behind him. His next destination lay far to the east, above an endless ocean of silver waves that glowed under the dawn. There, another familiar presence stirreda man whose aura was sharp as a blade and whose movements carried the stillness of a predator.

It was Angar Aegon, patriarch of the Aegon Family, Cains father-in-law, whose daughter lived in a completely different universe.

Angar moved across the surface of the ocean with seamless grace, his body flashing from one position to the next. Each step stirred ripples through the water as he trained, daggers in hand, performing patterns so intricate that even Cain found himself momentarily intrigued.

The air around Angar hummed with controlled energydense, focused, and potent. Unlike most of the Scarlet Kings followers, who had chosen to spend these tranquil years in rest and meditation, Angars mind and body were utterly immersed in the rhythm of his training.

Cain watched silently for a while, a trace of admiration flickering in his eyes. The sharpness in Angars gaze spoke of someone who had long since transcended the boundaries of fatigue or comfort.

Adjusting the flow of his own aura, Cain softened the power of The Flow to ensure the man would not feel oppressed by his presence. Then, like a shadow slipping through sunlight, he descended.

Angars instincts reacted instantly. His weapons stilled midair, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward the descending figure. For a brief moment, he was ready to kneel. Regardless of their familial bond, Cain was still the Scarlet King, ruler of worlds, a being who could erase continents with a move.

But then the serene warmth of The Flow brushed against his mind, easing both his spirit and body. The tension drained from his frame. A faint, genuine smile crossed the assassins face.

I am happy to see you, Cain, he said, voice calm but filled with restrained warmth.

Cain returned the smile and clasped his hands respectfully. As am I, father-in-law.

Angar tied his head slightly. How has Beelze been?

The question came instantly, without hesitation. Cain was not surprised. Though Beelze was not Angars daughter by blood or soul, he had raised her as his own, and that bond had never diminished. Even after centuries apart, the Aegon patriarch and his family still held her close in their hearts.

Shes doing well, Cain replied softly. Growing stronger by the day. Shes already walking the path toward the Peak ArchDeity Rank.

A bright smile spread across Angars face, his eyes alight with pride. Hahaha! Goodvery good.

Then, lifting one of his daggers, he gave Cain an apologetic look. Do you mind? I was in the middle of a session. If I dont finish, Ill feel… unsettled.

Please, Cain said with a nod. Go ahead.

He stepped back, folding his hands behind his back as he watched.

Angar resumed his movements, his form blurring with speed and precision. Each step, each twist of his wrist, flowed into the next like a dance of steel and light. His focus was absolute, yet the atmosphere around him was tranquil. Cain could feel ita paradoxical mixture of sharp intent and serene composure.

Is this really how you relax? Cain asked after a moment, curiosity coloring his tone.

Angar smiled faintly, his eyes half-closed as he continued his rhythm. Ive done this since I was young, he said. Some find peace in fishing. Others carve wood, or watch the stars. I train.

He spun once, his daggers tracing silver arcs through the air. Im not forcing my limits or seeking a breakthrough. I simply let myself move. I follow the familiar patterns, lose myself in the motion, and become one with it. Its not about progressits about peace. About polishing the craft because its who I am.

He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling as if releasing a lifetime of tension. In this state, I let go of thought. I dont focus on the world, the people around me, or even myself. I just moveand thats enough.

Cain watched silently, and he fe as though hed learned something new. He too had spent centuries cuivating, yet always with purposewith the drive to overcome, to conquer, to prepare for the next great battle. But Angar… he trained without desire, without goal. Simply for the act itself.

For a while, neither spoke. The ocean whispered beneath them.

Then, unexpectedly, Cain began to move. His fists traced patterns in the airmeasured, deliberate, yet stripped of power. His strikes did not shake the sea, nor bend the sky. Each punch and kick was clean, pure, guided by rhythm rather than might.

At first it fe foreign. Cain was used to feeling everythingthe pulse of worlds, the flow of time, the weight of existence itself pressing against him. To block it all out, to empty his mind, fe like suffocating in silence.

But minute by minute, he began to let go. The strain meed. His movements grew lighter. And then, for the first time in countless years, Cain fe something resembling freedom.

He and Angar moved together, their motions intertwining like reflectionsdaggers and fists cutting arcs through the air, waves rippling beneath their feet. There was no technique, no formality. Just instinct. Just movement.

The sun rose and fell. Days blurred. Neither man spoke. Neither stopped. They danced upon the oceans surfaceone the embodiment of still precision, the other a living storm tamed into calm rhythm.

Only on the fifth day did they finally stop.

Cain exhaled deeply, his breath rough but steady. Every muscle in his body ached, yet the pain was clean, rejuvenating. A wide smile crossed his face, one of rare and genuine peace.