Cain withdrew his hand from Ivira's cocoon slowly.
The moment contact broke, the dream space shattered apart around him once more, the countless memories dissolving into crimson fragments before vanishing completely. Reality returned instantly afterward, bringing back the ruined battlefield, the distant celebrations, the scent of blood mana lingering in the air, and the endless noise of vampires still discussing the terrifying potential of the Moonshade family.
But Cain—
Did not move immediately.
He stood frozen before the three cocoons.
His expression remained calm outwardly.
Too calm.
Yet inside—
His thoughts churned violently.
Faith's dream resisted him.
Cornelia's dream resisted him.
Ivira's dream resisted him.
Not partially.
Not imperfectly.
Completely.
And that—
Should not happen.
Cain slowly stepped backward.
One step.
Then another.
