The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2026: A second white star

Legion and Azazel grinned, their monstrous visages twisted with savage delight. They could feel it—Cain’s life force faltering, dwindling on the edge of collapse after receiving their devastating double attack. The figure of the Scarlet King lay broken at the bottom of the sea. His breath grew faint, his aura faded, and to all watching, it seemed the end had come; his epic saga was finally coming to an end.

And they were not alone in their joy. Across the battlefield, the warriors of the Imperium of Time felt the shift as well. Smiles spread across their exhausted faces. The Everstrife Empyrean World War was ending. Victory, long elusive and costly, was at last within their grasp, and the spoils of war would be legendary.

However, just as they savor the triumph, the world trembled.

"RUMBLE!"

The ocean surged, the sky groaned, the very bones of the earth quaked. But this was no shudder of destruction. It was power. Vast, immeasurable power.

Confusion swept through every army. The forces of the Scarlet Kingdom and Imperium of Time alike froze, staring at the phenomenon around them with wide eyes. None could comprehend what was happening. Was it a natural disaster? The World Will’s intervention?

And then they saw it.

The firmament above the Everstrife Empyrean World ignited with radiance. Torrents of world energy, so dense and immense that they defied comprehension, surged downward like apocalyptic rivers. The ocean boiled as that impossible flood of force poured into a single point—the abyss where Cain had fallen.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

A pillar of energy erupted from the sea, titanic in scale. It pierced the waters, tore through the clouds, and speared into the void itself. The battlefield froze in silence, all eyes drawn to the impossible light.

And there, rising from the heart of that inferno, they saw him.

The Scarlet King.

The body that had been shattered by Legion and Azazel’s combined assault was whole again. His soul, once on the brink of collapse, blazed with renewed vigor. Every wound, every scar, every fracture of will was undone as he ascended before their eyes. He was not merely healed—he had evolved.

Whispers spread like fire. Few in all recorded history had mastered Tribulation Enhancement to the point of being able to forge 40 Revolutions Flames. Of those rare paragons, they only manage to use the flames to evolve artifacts and weapons. Never into their bodies and much less into their Soul Dimension.

Yet Cain had done it.

Before friend and foe alike, the Scarlet King performed the impossible: a Forty Revolutions Tribulation Enhancement, reshaping his very existence. Even more staggering was the way the world itself responded. The torrents of energy had not been forced—they flowed willingly, as though guided by an omnipotent hand.

The armies trembled, their awe so profound it bordered on terror, as they witnessed something beyond comprehension.

Yet, the eldrich god did not break like the others and saw things with clear eyes.

"So what if you heal? I will shatter your body again! You cannot escape me!"

The eldritch god’s roar split the sky. Darkness poured from its form, a corruption more ancient than creation itself, flooding the battlefield in malice. Even ArchDeities, hardened by war, trembled as that evil pressed upon them. It was not cruelty. It was not wickedness. It was something far worse—an existence beyond morality, a darkness without end.

But Cain felt nothing. His eyes were void, his face unyielding. The turmoil of emotions that once burned within him—fear, rage, grief—were gone.

He did not trade words with Legion. He spoke only one.

"Resurrección."

The torrents of world energy fueling his being ignited, and Leviathan’s essence fused with his own. Body and soul, man and Alter-Ego, will and flesh became one. A flawless form emerged, greater than the sum of its parts, and the first thing he did was roar.

"AAAAAARRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The sound was not merely a cry but a cataclysm. A shockwave of force ripped outward, shaking the ocean and sky. ArchDeities were through the sky, their mighty forms tumbling like leaves before a storm.

Leonidas and the other wounded Scarlet Path’s ArchDeities struggled to steady themselves, but before they could, a colossal scarlet hand seized them and hurled them across the battlefield like meteors.

"Return to the Everlife Continent. You cannot help here."

Cain’s voice echoed in their minds, stripped of warmth, devoid of emotion. It was not cruelty, but certainty.

Though it pained them, the ArchDeities clenched their teeth and obeyed. They had been wounded too grievously; even maintaining their Liberation Totals drained the last of their strength. If they remained, they would only be a burden.

Cain no longer paid them heed. His gaze had already fallen upon the traitor.

Divine Sea.

Her crimson-scaled form loomed vast as a world, yet her eyes widened with fear. She folded her wings desperately, layering them as shields as Cain’s fist struck.

The blow carried the weight of singularity, the collapse of existence into a single point. Her wings shattered like brittle glass. Divine Sea screamed as the force hurled her across the skies, her colossal body rolling helplessly. Cracks spidered through her scales; echoes of the blast tore through her bones and blood.

She dropped her prize.

The blood sphere containing Amon fell free, tumbling through the air. Cain reached for it—

—but a blur of gray intercepted.

Cain’s eyes narrowed as he saw the eldritch god swallow the orb whole. Yet no hesitation flickered within them. His fist clenched, scarlet flames forging anew into a singularity, an event horizon of annihilation. He struck with the Imperial Apex Smash, a blow capable of sundering the fabric of existence itself.

"SKRRRHHHHRRRRK!"

Legion had faced Resurrección before. It was prepared. Crimson cores, each a miniature sun of corruption, materialized and wove into a field of defense. The force held, stopping the strike, halting the king’s fist.

For a moment, the eldritch entity sneered in triumph.

Then Cain’s void-born eyes burned brighter. His presence surged, and without emotion to hinder him, he ascended further.

Before Legion’s gaze, a second white star ignited upon Cain’s forehead. Power cascaded outward, reshaping his aura, rewriting his existence.