With the gift Tiamat had bestowed upon her, Meylin could now elevate the strength of her body at an astonishing pace—perhaps even surpassing Cain's speed.
Cain couldn't help but smile as he watched her receive the treasures. His grin wasn't tinged with jealousy; instead, it was genuine joy. For all his time roaming the multiverse as a solitary force, he had come to realize that having a partner—a true companion on the path of cultivation—made the endless grind far more meaningful. It lifted the burden, and brightened the path.
After all was said and done, Tiamat's gaze turned to Bahamut. A small, affectionate smile curled on her lips as she saw the love and devotion burning in the dragon's eyes.
"The Demon King did not leave you anything," she said softly, "but how could I let one of my own children leave empty-handed?"
With a wave of her hand, Tiamat conjured a massive golden heart. It pulsed with overwhelming energy—rich with the life force and essence of the Third Realm.
