The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2391 The death of the Scarlet King (IV)

"I need to return to them."

With gritted teeth, Cain's gaze ignited with fierce resolve. He dove straight back into cultivation without delay.

Those next few days blurred by in an unyielding haze. Whenever clarity gripped him, Cain channeled all his efforts into healing, devoting his full might to steadying his energy and rebuilding his vitality. Regrettably, as years piled on him, the curse struck more often. Every outburst ripped his logic away, shredding his mind and sending him aimlessly adrift.

The sole bright spot lay in how those spells brought an odd peace to his spirit and thoughts. Indeed, fretting over concerns proved impossible when no thoughts remained to fuel the worry.

Despite that, the curse hampered his advancement much more than anticipated. At last, by the sixth day, Cain triumphed.

His might rushed to its zenith—matching, or maybe exceeding, the force he commanded against the Curse Eater. His presence settled firmly, thick and fearsome, radiating the might of an authentic Primordial.

However, the Scarlet King's looks painted an entirely opposite picture.

Only a week prior, Cain appeared as a vibrant youth at his peak, features perfect and aura commanding. These days, he resembled an octogenarian. Profound lines etched his face, strands of hair silvered completely, and the burden of years weighed heavily on his frame.

"At least aging hasn't hit my combat strength so far," Cain grumbled, tone gravelly. "Though that's bound to shift before long."

After a profound inhale, he peered at the realm outside the dome.

"Now's the moment—or never."

Resembling a crimson meteor, Cain rocketed skyward. He struck the dome's top and punched a breach right through, diving into the shadows ahead.

Right away, enormous bolts of golden thunder lashed at him, the Universe Will's fury barreling forth to eliminate him, viewing the Scarlet King as a rebel against its ancient laws.

On this occasion, Cain stood ready.

Golden sparks lit his palms while he triggered Diverge, deflecting the mightiest strikes from his route. The leftover thunder hammered his form, yet Cain withstood it through pure toughness.

A physique that could mock late Alpha-Omega Overgod armor still scorched beneath the Universe Will's overwhelming force when aimed at a doomed target. Nevertheless, the Scarlet King

bit down hard and pressed onward.

Each stride brought him nearer to redemption.

Nearer to his kin.

Nearer to his comrades.

Nothing would block his path.

The thunder quickened and turned wilder, assaulting from all angles with fluctuating intensities. Before long, its frenzy overwhelmed Cain's capacity to dissect and counter via the Flow.

"ARGHHH!"

Cain bellowed while coating his limbs in Zero-State Force, unleashing direct blasts at the thunder. Primal power collided with universal dominion, detonations tearing the void apart.

"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"

Bursts of Zero-State Force rippled outward in every direction as Cain

shoved ahead relentlessly. Crimson droplets sprayed into nothingness as the thunder ripped him open, purple fires ceaselessly mending his mangled tissue.

The whole trek turned into a torturous ordeal.

Yet Cain refused to falter—not a moment's pause.

Pain he brushed aside.

Torment he dismissed.

Only arrival at the far end counted.

"BOOOOM!"

A thunder strike hit his visage square on, charring half away

in a flash. Still, a grin spread over Cain's mouth.

He sensed it.

The dimensional limit.

"Just seconds away," Cain mused. "Then I'll escape the World

Forge and return to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe."

As that idea flickered through, his eyes quivered.

Then acuity fled.

Concentration ebbed from his stare, supplanted by bewilderment and vertigo.

Comprehension of events escaped him now.

"BOOM!"

The Universe Will showed no pity.

Golden thunder burst from all sides, smashing into Cain's

form relentlessly. Howls of torment escaped his lips as bewilderment intensified. Reasons for the assault eluded him. Wrongs he committed remained a mystery.

Pain alone filled his awareness.

In terror, Cain scanned wildly for refuge—any spot at all. His sight fixed on the shadowy metropolis down below.

Lacking reason, he bolted.

He streaked back to the shadowy metropolis, retreating from the

dimensional brink, thunder still savaging his body. His state deteriorated rapidly, but mere instants from total collapse, Cain passed the barrier.

The dome closed after him.

The thunder ceased.

Cain crumpled to the floor, frame shaking fiercely. He gaped at the stormy heavens overhead, gasps ragged, eyes brimming with

anguish.

Bit by bit, awareness sharpened.

Bewilderment receded.

In its place rose fury.

Irritation.

Dread.

"DAMMIT!"

Cain pounded his knuckles against the earth, shockwaves fracturing

the alloy underneath in spiderweb patterns. His bellow resounded over the

shadowy metropolis.

"I was so damn close!"

His pulse thundered as hopelessness loomed to engulf him.

That opportunity had been his.

His sole shot.

No chance existed to regain power for another clash with the Universe Will—not prior to decay consuming his being wholly.

"I... lost."

Cain's breaths turned labored and uneven, mind whirling as

he hunted frantically for an alternative route.

None appeared.

"I'm going to die."

For a Dreamwalker, dread of demise hadn't haunted Cain in ages. Prior to that, readiness for it had been his constant.

Yet this extended beyond himself.

Should he fall here, Leonidas faced death.

Amon awaited the same.

Abel too would perish.

The Scarlet Stars dimmed, their essence snuffed out.

The Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance stood isolated against the

World of the Root.

And victory eluded them in that fight.

Cain bowed his head, knuckles quaking as the truth's burden bore down upon him.