"Kill the Ancient One."
There was absolute coldness and brutality in Cain's eyes when he spoke those words. The declaration carried the weight of conviction, but a moment later, pragmatism returned to him like a cold wind cutting through fire.
Cain was no lunatic. He understood his limitation. He was strong, but he was still far from being capable of killing someone who stood at the peak of the Alpha-Omega Overgod Rank. Reality mattered, and wishing did not make him omnipotent.
So, for now, the real objective had to be far simpler.
"Stop him from reaching the King of the Crimson World."
That was something he could do. It would not solve everything, nor would it bring a permanent end to the coming crisis, but it would buy time—time to prevent the unification of universes, and time for Cain to grow stronger, hopefully strong enough to one day kill the Ancient One for good.
His gaze sharpened.
