The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2037: The End of the World War

Cain stared at Azazel, and a long sigh slipped from his chest. All the weight of the war—the endless exhaustion of guiding armies and the constant scheming, the burden of thinking not only of battles but of the fate of trillions and how even the slightest mistake could mean their death—finally began to fade from his mind. A strange tranquility washed over him, as if the chaos had ebbed and left only stillness in its wake. For the first time in weeks, his mind and soul relaxed.

Azazel and the others noticed that behavior. The Scarlet King’s posture resembled that of a man resigned, one prepared to accept his final fate. It gave them comfort, a reassurance that this nightmare might finally end. Yet none of them could shake the prickling unease at the back of their minds. Something was wrong.

"I searched for countless ways to overcome this storm," Cain began suddenly, his deep voice echoing through the chamber. "Countless ways to save my people and to defeat you all."

The words drew the attention of every ArchDeity present. Logic dictated they should strike him down immediately, but hesitation held them back. If he was ready to surrender, perhaps it was best to hear his final words. Let him unburden himself before the end—it would make the conclusion smoother. After all, there was nothing to lose. His army was far away. There was no escape from the Giant Dark Tree.

Of course, the core reason none of them moved was because no one wanted ot be the first to strike, since there was nothing more valuable to them than their lives. That was the difference between an army that fought for something greater than themselves, like the Scarlet Kingdom and the Imperium of Time.

Cain did not seem to care whether they listened. His tone was almost reflective, as though he were speaking only to himself.

"I considered calling upon someone," Cain continued, his eyes half-closed. "Someone dangerous. But a wise man told me I needed to rely on my own power—on my path—to overcome this. I was lost, unsure of what approach I should take. But then... I understood."

His eyes snapped open, glowing with raw willpower. The chamber brightened under their radiance as he fixed his gaze on Azazel.

"Order placed me at the top of the pyramid," Cain said. "It used everything and everyone else as blocks beneath me so I could climb higher. But that is not my path."

A flicker of unease crossed Azazel’s face. Something about Cain’s words clawed at him. Anything connected to the Power of Order was sacred within the Tenth Empyrean Sun Universe. To hear it invoked with such defiance unnerved him.

"I am special," Cain admitted, his smile widening. "Unique. I will never deny it, nor am I ashamed to admit it. But so is everyone else. We are all special. We are all unique. My power is not meant to stand above them—I am a cosmos. My path is the sun that nurtures them, and they are the stars and planets that flood the void with radiance and life. Together, we burn with a heat that will never fade."

Every word struck deep, carrying a weight that unsettled even the most hardened hearts. The Imperium’s forces found themselves caught in reflection, questioning what his words meant—even Azazel and Legion faltered, their thoughts momentarily clouded.

Before they could reflect those words, the True Depravita and the eldrich god turned to the sky as they felt something.

"BOOOOOOOM!"

However, their minds immediately returned to the chamber as two thunderous explosions erupted—not from outside, but from within Cain himself. They felt oceans of treasures stored inside Cain’s Rebirth Heart detonated. A torrent of overwhelming energy burst forth, power enough to drown the chamber, though at catastrophic cost. His organs cracked, nearly crippled, yet Cain only smiled.

It was enough.

"Resurrección!"

Cain’s voice thundered, and his form merged with the Primarch of Conquest Leviathan. His aura ignited, his presence magnified into something primal and unstoppable.

Azazel reacted instantly. His aura exploded outward as he poured strength into the Giant Dark Tree, reinforcing its walls, sealing every exit. Legion and the other ArchDeities wasted no time. Their bodies surged into colossal forms through Liberación Total, divine power cascading as they snapped into a combat formation. No matter what, the Scarlet King would not escape.

But Cain’s smile only widened. He raised his hands—and unleashed everything.

A wave of gravity roared outward, heavy as collapsing stars. It didn’t blast the ArchDeities away. Instead, it crushed them in place, as though a hundred peaks pressed down upon their shoulders. Even Azazel and Legion felt the chains tighten, their movements restrained, their vast power pinned.

Confusion rippled through them. Why? He could not hold them for long. His army was too far away. When his energy burned out, he would be helpless, a lamb waiting for slaughter. This tactic made no sense.

Until the sky split.

From the void above, an overwhelming presence stirred—so vast it eclipsed even the might of the Depravitas. The ArchDeities’ heads snapped upward as horror dawned on their faces.

It wasn’t a person. It wasn’t even a phenomenon.

It was a world!

An entire Primary World had manifested, descending like a colossal meteor. The very fabric of the Everstrife Empyrean groaned beneath its approach, space-time screaming as it tore through the void.

Azazel’s eyes widened in utter shock. His mind clawed for an explanation, for a shred of logic to make sense of the impossible. And then he saw it.

The world was falling not toward them, not toward the Imperium, but toward Cain.

The Scarlet King was the beacon.

He had turned himself into the target of a Primary World’s descent.

Azazel’s sharp composure cracked, horror flashing openly across his face. "Impossible..." he whispered, voice trembling despite himself.

Legion’s burning hatred faltered into disbelief, his monstrous claws trembling as his mind refused to comprehend what he was seeing.

The Scarlet King stood at the center of it all, smile unbroken, eyes blazing brighter than suns. He had chained his enemies in place—not to escape, not to strike—but to ensure they bore witness.

This was not a surrender.

This was the gambit of a man who had embraced the impossible.

A man willing to summon a world itself as his weapon to end the Everstrife World War.