Time in the room seemed to slow to an abnormal crawl at that moment.
Cain watched as his blood flowed closer and closer to Miliellia, watched as terror gradually spread across his daughter's face.
His eyes flickered constantly with madness, guilt, resolve, greed, and countless other emotions.
Over the years, he had truly come to regard Miliellia as his daughter.
That was why his heart now felt so heavy, agonized, and conflicted.
But to become a god, to gain enough power to protect this world and secure a greater voice within the World Government,
Miliellia's spiritual power was indispensable.
Only she could awaken the God of Dreams and Phantasmal Matter slumbering deep underground!
So he had to do this!
Cain consoled and persuaded himself again and again.
Becoming part of a god would be good for Miliellia too!
Hm?
But just then, Cain noticed in confusion that Miliellia seemed to have moved farther away from him.
An illusion?
No!
Miliellia really was moving backward.
But her arms and legs had clearly not moved at all. How could—
The flow of time around them seemed to return to normal in an instant.
The white-haired girl slumped on the sofa was yanked backward by an invisible force, narrowly avoiding the crimson blood rushing at her face before finally flying into Sasori's embrace.
However.
Miliellia still had not come back to her senses and continued staring blankly at her "father."
"It's you!"
Cain was both shocked and enraged. The blood he had released writhed and drifted around him like spiritual snakes, looking utterly horrifying.
Though only fourteen years old, Sasori showed no fear as he coldly faced Cain's reddened, furious eyes.
"You really are an animal!"
If he had not used Chakra threads to pull the girl over just now,
she would have