"Gainan, what do you mean?"
On an open stretch of wasteland.
Gainan and Cain appeared one after the other.
The latter complained furiously, "If you hadn't stopped me, I would've killed those two ungrateful bastards."
"Your Special Ability doesn't work on them. If you kept fighting, both sides would suffer at best." A touch of melancholy entered Gainan's gentle expression. "You shouldn't act rashly. I'm upset about Shan's death too. I knew him longer than you did."
"To me, he was family."
In this world, Chun Prefecture wasn't the only place that valued its bonds.
Gainan's clouded eyes were filled with grief, with reluctance to part with a friend and mourning for the dead.
The two stopped arguing, one looking east and the other west.
The sunlight stretched their shadows out long behind them, making them look lonely.
The two old men, both over a hundred, should have grown indifferent to life and death, but how could they so easily let go of a friend who had accompanied them for a century?
Cain clenched his fists tightly. "You... should've helped me kill them."
"Killing them would be easy, but... what about White Garment? Turtle Ancestor's shell is gone, and our lord's Divine Descent has been obstructed. We need more time."
"If we offend White Garment now, we'll repeat our past mistakes."
Gainan pondered for a moment, then pressed his hand firmly onto Cain's shoulder. "Promise me you won't let hatred blind you. Lord Adam's plan matters most."
"The moment we began following our lord, we swore to give everything for Eden."
"Shan fulfilled his promise."
"White Garment..." Cain drew a deep breath, a little more apprehension entering his eyes. "Since Eden can't kill him, we'll let the people of the Dragon Kingdom do it. That wouldn't break the rules, would