The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1969: Determination and madness

The two figures did not hide themselves. Instead, they immediately rose into the air, their presence radiating across the sky.

One of them was an embodiment of divine vitality made flesh. His colossal body radiated raw power, carved from alabaster-like stone that gleamed with supreme brilliance. Every muscle was sculpted with eternal precision, each sinew bound not by natural limits but by the very essence of life itself. His visage was at once noble and terrifying, a helm-like crown of bone framing eyes of burning gold—unyielding, unblinking, and absolute. From his back sprouted wings: vast, jagged, and torn, like relics of battles beyond memory.

In his grasp rested a sword. It seemed forged from the marrow of stars and tempered with the essence of life. This blade was not a mere weapon, but an extension of his being, perfectly fused with the radiant power coursing through his vast frame.

The other figure was his counterpart in shadow. His form was composed of swirling void, darkness laced with glowing strands of violet and indigo light. His skin shimmered like a cosmic ocean, a galactic tapestry where flames and darkness danced together. A massive, gaping maw stretched wide across his face, filled with glowing serrated fangs, while a single blazing blue eye radiated light fierce enough to blind gods. Jagged horns crowned his head, and tendrils of black flame spread outward, taking the shape of wings that seemed torn straight from the very fabric of the night sky.

Of course, these two could be none other than Bael and Amon.

The brothers had triggered their Liberación Total. Their forms expanded to the size of worlds, and their strength rose to heights that dwarfed mountains and oceans. Yet, even so, when their gazes turned upward toward the monstrous entity blotting out the firmament, dread coursed through them. Their colossal bodies trembled, their eyes heavy with fear.

Confusion gripped their hearts. Neither brother had any idea from where this abomination had come, but its intent was clear—it loathed Cain. The hatred that burned in its countless eyes was raw and unrestrained.

By instinct, the brothers had rushed to protect the unconscious Scarlet King. Yet now, standing before the abomination, they realized a painful truth: they could not defeat it alone. Its power was simply too horrifying, too vast.

But fortunately for them, they were not alone.

The very next moment, the entire Ouroboros Cult began to blaze with light. Myriad runic formations and magic matrices, carved into every wall, floor, and stone of the Alpha-Omega headquarters, all activated at once. The sanctum detected the intruder. Unlike Cain and the brothers, who had ascended properly through the Petitioners’ Path, the abomination had not. It had bypassed every gate, slipping in like a foreign invader.

And invaders had to be eliminated.

“RUMBLE!”

The earth and sky quaked as the cult’s defenses awakened. Weapons of unimaginable design, fireballs of condensed energy, arcs of lightning, and radiant beams of destruction all erupted at once. From the countless runes and matrices came a deluge of attacks, blasting into the abomination with fury. The heavens shook as explosions thundered across the sacred dimension, flooding the sky with fire and ruin.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The abomination howled, its myriad faces shrieking in agony as the Ouroboros defenses tore into its weakened body. Now, wounded from its clash with Apex, it was far more vulnerable. Portions of its massive form burned away, corroded and shattered under the relentless bombardment.

And yet, even as pain consumed it, the entity’s killing intent did not fade. Its countless eyes turned once more toward the unconscious figure lying within the Sacred Sanctum.

Its decision was not born of hatred alone. It was also survival.

The abomination did not understand what golden force had manifested inside Cain’s Soul Dimension, but it knew one thing: that power was locked within him. If Cain perished, then surely that golden hand—the one capable of crushing it—would vanish as well.

With hatred and desperation driving it, the abomination surged forward. Gigantic arms and writhing tendrils lashed out, tearing through the sky, striking past the barrage of the Ouroboros defenses. They surged toward the Sanctum, aiming to crush Cain once and for all.

But Bael and Amon refused to allow it.

The brothers exchanged a single glance. Determination filled their eyes. At once, their powers exploded outward, their colossal bodies igniting with aura as they moved to intercept the abomination. They could not destroy such a monstrosity, but they could protect Cain.

Bael raised his massive sword, his colossal frame radiating vitality and divine strength. Every swing carried enough force to shatter continents, his strikes fueled by unyielding will. Amon, meanwhile, conjured vast oceans of darkness and fire. The essence of death itself carved into his spells, he hurled wave after wave of annihilation at the enemy.

“You insignificant ants! You dare to stand in the way of Legion!”

The abomination’s countless mouths roared in unison, announcing its name as it unleashed wave after wave of ferocious attacks. The sky thundered with explosions. Bael and Amon struggled, pouring everything into their defense, determined not to yield an inch of ground. Tendrils, claws, and monstrous extremities pushed ever forward, yet the brothers stood their ground, unbreakable shields before the coffin.

The Sacred Sanctum shook as the battle raged above it. Explosions echoed without pause. Blasts of life and death, flame and darkness, clashed against eldritch limbs and eyes filled with hatred.

And it was in that chaos that Cain stirred.

The deafening roars and the crushing pressure of battle pulled him from unconsciousness. His eyes cracked open, and at once, a wave of agony swept over him. His body convulsed in pain.

The battle between Apex and Legion had left scars deeper than any wound. His Soul Dimension was fractured, riddled with massive cracks, each one bleeding instability into his very core. His body, too, was a wreck. Every breath burned, every twitch sent lightning bolts of torment through his veins.

Yet he endured.

With sheer force of will, Cain dragged his broken body forward, inch by inch, until he reached the coffin. Blood streaked his face, his limbs shook, his vision swam—but he pushed himself upward regardless.

The aftermath of the Alpha-Omega clash had nearly destroyed him. The damage was catastrophic. Yet even amidst ruin, Cain saw a glimmer of opportunity.

For with the entirety of the Ouroboros stronghold focused on the abomination, there was no longer any limit, no longer any barrier, standing between him and the coffin.

A flash of determination—and madness—crossed Cain’s eyes. With one final motion, he lowered his head and plunged it into the Coffin of Life and Death.

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