The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2111: Seconds away from the end

The ethereal arms descended with cataclysmic force, each one streaking through the sky like a divine missile locked onto its prey. The air howled and folded under their pressure, their radiance so bright that the desert’s golden sands reflected turquoise light for miles.

But even under that apocalyptic barrage, Cain kept moving.

He glided between the colossal strikes like a phantom, his wings slicing through the storms, his movements impossibly precise. To an onlooker, it was like watching a swarm of gods trying to crush a single insect — and failing. No matter how many blows fell, the Neo-Demon danced through the chaos, his motion fluid and frictionless, guided by an invisible rhythm that defied logic.

Every miss stoked Bradley’s fury. His heart burned with disbelief and rage. How could anyone evade the absolute might of an Alpha–Omega Overgod?

Alita, on the other hand, understood exactly what was happening. Cain had synchronized with the frequency of the ethereal arms themselves — adapting his body’s vibration to their rhythm until his movement became perfectly aligned with the Flow that governed them. Every pulse, every shockwave, every flicker of energy — he felt them as extensions of his own heartbeat.

It was synchronization beyond anything she had seen before — beyond even the theoretical limits of mastery.

But the smile didn’t last.

She saw the price.

Cain’s golden eyes, bright as burning suns, were bleeding. Thin trails of crimson streamed down his cheeks. His body trembled, his breath ragged. He was pushing the art of Synchronization far beyond what his soul could endure.

He can’t keep this up for long.

And Bradley wasn’t slowing down.

The Neo-Angel was closing the distance, every movement bringing him closer to the kill. The sky shattered with each of his blows. Cain’s movements, no matter how perfect, were beginning to falter under the unbearable strain.

Alita’s fists clenched. She refused to watch helplessly.

Drawing a deep breath, she forced her soul to focus. She reached outward — toward Bradley’s energy, toward the violent frequency of his attacks — and aligned her essence with it. Her consciousness wavered, pain searing through her spirit, but she held steady.

Meanwhile, Cain continued his desperate dance. Every muscle in his body screamed as he twisted and turned through the endless barrage. His mind operated beyond conscious thought now — he was pure instinct, pure Flow.

Then his body faltered.

A tremor passed through him, and blood spilled from his mouth. For a split second, his synchronization slipped. His aura fluctuated.

It was enough.

One of Bradley’s ethereal arms surged forward, its trajectory locking directly onto them. Cain’s wings twitched; he knew he couldn’t evade in time.

Bradley’s lips curled into a savage smile. The moment that arm connected, the Neo-Demon and his companion would be crushed into the ground — giving him the opening he needed to finish them once and for all.

But before the blow landed, Alita moved.

Her eyes burst open, glowing like twin suns ignited by soulfire. The energy of her very essence burned within her chest. Raising her sword, she cloaked it in a shimmering mantle of green light, carrying the power of Divergence.

When her blade met the ethereal arm, the impact felt like lifting an entire planet. Her bones screamed. Every nerve in her body cried out in agony.

But she didn’t stop.

Alita poured every drop of power — body, mind, and soul — into that single motion. The energy around her flared into blinding radiance.

"BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!"

With a cry that split the firmament, she redirected the massive ethereal arm upward. The force of her Divergence sent it crashing into another descending construct. The two collided with unimaginable power, detonating in midair.

"KAAAAA-THOOOOOOM!"

Their area of the desert lit up in turquoise brilliance as shockwaves raced across the dunes. For an instant, the storm around them was gone — replaced by a radiant void of sound and fury.

Bradley roared, his voice carrying the weight of his divine rage. "Damn you all!"

Every time he thought he had them cornered, they slipped away — escaping death’s grip by a margin so thin it mocked him. Fury contorted his perfect features. His turquoise aura erupted like a star going supernova, veins glowing across his body as divine energy burned through every fiber of his being.

He stopped relying on technique.

Now, it was brute power.

"Enough games!" he thundered, slamming through the sandstorm like a meteor. His movements blurred, each step cracking the desert beneath him. Every second he grew faster, more violent, annihilating the walls of burning sand that dared to rise in his way.

Alita’s vision swam. She could feel his presence closing in — ten meters, then eight, then six. She had spent every ounce of strength diverting that strike. There was nothing left.𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Bradley’s enormous shadow loomed over them, his hand reaching forward, glowing with power that could shatter worlds.

And then Cain smiled.

For an instant, everything around them stopped.

The raging storms, the shifting dunes — even the very air — seemed to freeze. Then, all at once, the desert moved.

The sandstorms converged.

A cataclysmic vortex formed where the trio stood, collapsing inward with the fury of creation itself.

This was no accident.

Cain had been navigating the currents all along, searching for the single most destructive sandstorm within the entire Desert of Falling Suns. Through synchronization, he located where it would happen and led Bradley directly into its epicenter.

The Neo-Angel’s confidence shattered as the storm collapsed upon him.

Bradley gritted his teeth and unleashed his power, but even his divine might couldn’t withstand the pressure. The winds screamed, the sands roared, and the storm devoured him whole.

He felt it closing around him — an ocean of burning sand crushing in from every direction, each grain infused with apocalyptic force. For the first time, the Neo-Angel felt resistance he couldn’t immediately overcome.

And through the chaos, he saw them.

Cain and Alita, wrapped in a mantle of perfectly tuned energy, moved through the storm as if it weren’t there. The Flow obeyed them, bending around their forms. The cataclysm parted for them like a sea.

They vanished into the horizon.

By the time the storm began to subside, Bradley was left kneeling amid a sea of glass and fire. The dunes around him had melted, and his armor was cracked.

Cain and Alita were gone.

He could no longer sense their presence — their signatures had vanished entirely from his perception.

"DAMN IT!"

Bradley’s roar shook the firmament. He slammed his fist into the ground, releasing a shockwave so violent that the desert floor split apart, sending geysers of molten sand into the air.