Every day Cain spent with the women he loved felt like a blessing. The immense weight on his shoulders grew lighter, the strain on his mind and soul no longer felt suffocating, and even the endless burdens of war seemed, if only for a moment, easier to bear. Their presence was a rare and wondrous elixir for the Scarlet King, something that soothed wounds no power could heal and restored a balance he had not realized he had lost.
Unfortunately, such peace could never last.
These were times of war, and no matter how much he wished to remain by their side, reality demanded otherwise. After a few fleeting weeks, their journey together came to an end. The farewell was not filled with grand speeches or empty reassurances, but with a long, silent embrace that carried more meaning than words ever could. Cain held them close, committing every expression, every detail, to memory. Then, slowly, he let go.
Moments later, he stood alone in the void.
