Cain remained motionless inside Cornelia's dream space for a long moment.
The memories continued drifting around him endlessly like flowing crimson fragments, every scene carrying warmth that felt painfully genuine. Cornelia's emotions toward him saturated the entire dream until the very air itself seemed filled with affection and trust.
And Cain—
Still could not alter any of it.
Not through force.
Not through manipulation.
Not through authority.
Every attempt only strengthened the dream further, making the emotional connection even deeper than before.
"…Impossible…"
The word echoed quietly inside his mind.
Because this should not happen.
Even weakened, even reborn into this body, his understanding remained that of an Overgod. Dreams, memories, emotional constructs, all of those things should have been simple to manipulate for someone like him.
Yet the blood pact—
Continued resisting him perfectly.
Not only resisting.
Correcting itself.
Strengthening itself.
