The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2324 Meylin's Redemption Incarnation!

"Redemption Incarnation!" Meylin roared, exhausting every bit of her remaining strength. At that moment, she finally triggered the dormant transformation of her Supreme Race lineage.

Suspended in the heavens like a reborn fallen seraph, her raven hair trailed behind her, shimmering with faint starlight as if the cosmos itself was woven into her silhouette. Seven pairs of wings erupted from her back—not made of feathers, but vast, celestial structures with shifting veins of color that rippled like fractures in space. Within those grand wings lay the sealed gateways to other dimensions, where the ancient powers of the Seven Sins awaited her command.

As those wings stirred, the air bled with brief flickers of wrathful crimson, envious green, and prideful gold, like reflections bleeding through from alien worlds.

Her dark, elegant armor was crafted specifically to contain the torrential currents of power surging within her. Ethereal blue bindings coiled around her limbs and chest, serving as conduits to maintain her balance against the sinful energies that threatened to consume her soul. Her expression became calm and merciless—the visage of a ruler of sin rather than its victim. She had become a living nexus where the Seven Sins converged.

Atena’s gaze sharpened as she felt the staggering magnitude of the change. More concerning were the cosmic laws radiating from the True Depravita—laws that caused instinctive alarms to ring throughout Atena’s mind.

She tightened her fists, coating both arms in obsidian energy to bolster her resilience and amplify her strength, signaling her absolute seriousness in this confrontation.

The two warriors locked eyes. For a heartbeat, the world vanished—there was no forest, no sky, and no volcanic earth—only the opponent standing before them. Then, both surged forward with devastating force.

"BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM."

Successive explosions thundered as fist met sword. Each collision sent out shockwaves that gouged massive fragments of stone from the earth. The very landscape beneath them fractured and groaned.

Atena exhibited terrifying martial prowess, weaving through Meylin’s sword strikes and parrying those she could not dodge. Her physical durability was nearly insurmountable; even under the world-rending power of the twin blades, Hell and the Abyss, Meylin only managed to leave shallow gashes in Atena’s obsidian-clad skin.

However, physical trauma was only one aspect of a True Depravita’s assault. With every cut, psychic energy flooded from Meylin’s steel into Atena’s mind, attempting to rot her consciousness and corrode her soul. Yet, Atena’s mental fortitude proved just as unbreakable as her body. She endured the mental siege without a single flicker of distraction, showing no cracks in her psyche.

Though Meylin’s speed and power were climbing exponentially, she was taking heavy damage in return. Every strike from those obsidian arms shattered her bones and mangled her flesh. Nevertheless, her regeneration kept pace with her injuries. She did not falter; instead, her wings blazed with increasing intensity, her power ascending in violent, jagged steps.

Her combat style evolved with every clash. The essence of the Original Sins flooded her being, making her faster, more potent, and increasingly ruthless. She siphoned the ambient energy of the world, funneling it into her muscles and the keen edges of her twin swords. Because her movements were driven by a chaotic cycle of sinful instincts rather than logic, Atena’s mind-reading could not forecast her next move. Even Meylin was unaware of which pattern would emerge. The two women traded blows with escalating savagery until Atena finally glimpsed a flaw in the defense. Her hand plunged directly into the True Depravita’s chest.

But Meylin did not react with fear; instead, a blood-stained grin crossed her face. Her muscles clamped down on Atena’s trapped arm, pinning her in place to prevent any escape.

Her wings flared with blinding light, channeling the raw energy of seven sealed realms into her twin blades. At point-blank range, Meylin unleashed the full extent of her power.

The blast hit home, hurling Atena backward. As she spiraled through the air, the torrent of energy coalesced into a destructive tornado, seeking to swallow her whole.

The violet-eyed woman gritted her teeth, ignoring the fresh gashes opening across her skin. A violent surge of obsidian energy erupted from her as she tried to break the vortex. But before she could get away, the Enlightened One appeared.

Hovering directly above the cyclone, a massive golden Buddha manifested before him. He had not been a mere spectator. While the two women fought, he had poured every remaining drop of his physical and spiritual Cultivation into an ultimate technique. By keeping his mind a void to bypass thought-reading, he caught Atena completely off guard, releasing his full power with a downward swing of his staff.

The blow hammered Atena into the earth, dragging the energy tornado down with her. The resulting detonation was cataclysmic, shattering the volcanic terrain and vaporizing shelves of molten rock. On the sturdy Origin Island, an explosion of such scale was unheard of. The ground trembled for a full minute before the chaos subsided.

As the dust settled, Atena rose slowly from the cratered earth. Her eyes glowed with a freezing intensity. Her form was riddled with wounds—fractures, burns, and distortions where the Depravita energy had bored into her very bones. Despite the damage, her will to fight had not diminished.

However, when she surveyed the ruins, Meylin and the Enlightened One were nowhere to be found.

The coldness in Atena’s eyes sharpened. She lifted a hand, her energy swelling toward a peak. But before she could unleash her next technique, she hesitated. She took a slow breath, forcing herself to find center. Her pulse steadied, and the obsidian coating faded from her skin.

Though covered in bleeding wounds, she relaxed and allowed the natural energy of the island to saturate her body, beginning the healing process. It wasn't an instant recovery, but it was effective; a few hours of rest would likely see her return to her peak state.

"I should search for the others," Atena whispered to herself. "Perhaps they can provide the answers I seek."

With her path decided, she flickered and vanished into the horizon.