The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2112: The Astral Void

The explosion faded behind them, swallowed by the howling winds. Even through the chaos, Cain and Alita could still feel its echo rumbling through the dunes like a dying god’s heartbeat. They could no longer sense the Neo-Angel at all, but they didn’t dare slow down.𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Their mantles of energy shimmered and bent, diverting waves of molten sand that clawed at their skin. They kept running, gliding, pushing forward through the storm until the world became nothing but motion and light.

If Bradly caught them again, they wouldn’t be so lucky. This desert would become their tomb.

Only after nearly an hour—and countless blind turns meant to throw off pursuit—did the pair finally stop. Cain landed heavily, his knees buckling beneath him. He almost collapsed entirely, gasping for air that burned his lungs. His body and soul both trembled under unbearable pressure; he had pushed himself far beyond his limits.

The price of survival had been steep.

He had used the raw essence of the Flow at levels the soul of an ArchDeity was never meant to reach—dodging the strikes of an Alpha-Omega Overgod, diverting storms capable of crushing Arch-Deities to dust. The exertion had nearly made him lose consciousness.

He glanced toward Alita. She met his gaze and gave a silent nod. No words were needed. Cain folded his legs beneath him, settled into a meditative posture, and closed his eyes.

Alita, though wounded herself, kept watch. Her body ached and her aura flickered, but if danger came, Cain needed to recover first. His attunement to the Flow gave him means of survival she could not match.

Time stretched. The desert roared around them, but within that chaos, Cain’s consciousness sank inward. His aura pulsed in rhythm with his heart, each beat restoring fragments of what had been spent.

Nearly half a day passed before he stirred.

When he rose, the Deprivata Aura and the power of the Scarlet Throne radiated from him once more. His presence burned brighter than before, steadier, refined through pain. He nodded to Alita and silently took her place as guardian.

Alita inhaled slowly. Green light flared within her eyes as she sat down, letting energy gather around her like a living flame. Soon that light condensed into green fire that enveloped her whole form.

Cain watched in silence. At first the fire didn’t heal her physical wounds; the scars on her body remained. But then his eyes widened. Within that emerald blaze, he could see her soul force—the same essence she had consumed in her battle with the Neo-Angel—slowly knitting itself back together.

Soul wounds were the hardest to mend, often taking centuries for normal ArchDeities. Yet she was healing before his eyes, and fast.

Curious, Cain scanned the phenomenon with the Super Computer Assistant. The flame’s frequency carried a faint bloodline resonance, a divine signature woven into its core.

"A racial ability," he thought, eyes narrowing. "I wonder if Tiramius possesses something similar."

The question lingered only a moment before he pushed it aside. There were more pressing concerns. He focused outward, scanning the dunes for any sign of pursuit.

For once, fate seemed merciful. No enemies appeared. The desert’s fury subsided into uneasy silence until both warriors had regained their full strength.

When at last Alita opened her eyes, she and Cain exchanged a single nod—sharp, determined. Together they resumed their work, unraveling the deeper mysteries of Divergence.

Two months passed in the endless desert.

The golden glow in their eyes grew purer and brighter. Alita’s progress was astonishing: the third petal of her golden lotus had fully bloomed, and signs of a fourth shimmered on the horizon of her soul. The trial with Bradly had nearly killed her, but that very brink of annihilation had ignited something within.

Cain’s lotus shone even brighter. Six petals now blazed with radiant light, and the seventh was stirring, on the verge of awakening. His understanding of the Flow had expanded exponentially, sharpened by the pressure of fighting for his life.

Still, both knew that kind of growth was not sustainable. One could not rely on near-death to ascend forever. The next time, luck might not intervene.

The reason they finally stopped their advance wasn’t exhaustion—nor the strength of the storms.

It was because the storms were gone.

The endless dunes ended abruptly, giving way to something far stranger. Before them stretched a void, vast and silent, where gravity seemed to lose meaning. Fragments of burning meteorites drifted through the air like shooting stars, each one leaving trails of fire that curved in elegant, impossible arcs.

It was breathtaking.

A cathedral of celestial motion—graceful, dangerous, divine.

Yet beauty in this realm was never innocent. The more magnificent a place appeared, the greater the peril that hid within it.

Their eyes glowed gold as they extended their senses toward the expanse.

What they perceived defied logic. Each meteor pulsed with its own cosmic frequency, an echo of creation’s first breath—the song of the universe made visible. Their descent was not chaotic but symphonic: every fragment followed a rhythm, a pattern too intricate for normal perception to trace.

The meteors interacted constantly, colliding, rebounding, weaving through each other in impossible harmony. Ordinary senses would see only chaos, but through synchronization one could feel the melody—the invisible current of motion that guided them.

Even so, comprehension alone would not be enough. The space between the fragments was narrow, shifting, perilous. One wrong step and a body would be vaporized by cosmic fire.

"To advance through this place..." Cain murmured, eyes narrowing as he began to piece together a plan.

Before he could speak further, both he and Alita sensed a presence approaching.

Instantly, they tensed, ready to flee or fight. Their mantles shimmered into existence again, the air vibrating with barely restrained power.

But when the figure emerged from the void, their tension eased.

The newcomer was tall, regal, and carried himself with the composure of an elder. His skin shone with icy blue tones that reflected the void’s light, and his long white hair flowed behind him like falling snow. A silver-white beard framed a face etched with wisdom and age.

Recognition sparked between them, followed by relief.

Cain and Alita exchanged brief smiles as realization dawned. The man was not an enemy.

He was one of their own—a warrior of the Life Path.