Cain, however, only smiled. Casual. Unbothered. With a flick of his fingers—
Pain.
Max's right palm burned. Not physically, but as if something had been carved into his very being.
His breath hitched. Turning his hand over, he saw it.
A tattoo.
A deep black circle. No… was it a sun?
The shape was unclear, shifting between a solid black void and something more intricate, almost cosmic.
Max's heart pounded. What the hell was this?
His gaze snapped to Cain.
"What is this?" His voice was cold, his eyes narrowing.
Cain smiled, ever so relaxed. "It's a mark of teleportation."
Max frowned.
"Burn the mark, and you'll be teleported to our home. It's a gift from my master."
Max's fingers twitched as he glared at him. "Why the hell would I need this stupid thing? And who would even want to go to your home?"
Cain chuckled, unfazed. "My master has spoken many things about many people over the years. Every single one of them has come true.
"This mark… will be of use to you one day."
