The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2395 Crimson People?

In Cain's view, a sky unfolded, yet storms dominated the heavens rather than clouds or stars. Endless lightning and thunder clashed with immense rage and might, as if Alpha-Omega Overgods were fiercely battling overhead. Every bolt ripped apart the skies with horrifying power, sending shockwaves of ruin spreading far and wide.

Luckily, being within The Flow kept Cain safe from that destruction's grasp.

Swept along by the ceaseless stream, Cain kept plunging through the thunderous tempests. Days went by with the turmoil howling nearby, but the stream held firm, protecting him from any danger. At last, the tempests started to fade, allowing Cain's eyes to catch sight of the terrain below.

A continent.

Its scale defied all understanding.

Peaks towered to sizes that matched whole planets, surpassing the grandest summits in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe or the Crimson World. The immense weight of these mountains warped the atmosphere nearby, emitting a force so heavy it seemed the ground harbored its own intent.

Volcanic formations controlled the scenery, though barrenness was absent. Enormous trees sprouted from their fiery cores, roots delving into lava while trunks thrust toward the clouds. These giants drew nourishment from both flames and tempests, their limbs sparking with electricity like they pulled vitality from the furious skies.

"A weapon forged from those trees... just how strong could it be?"

Such an idea flashed through Cain's thoughts while he started to comprehend the real might of this territory he had arrived at.

Yet the volcano trees and world-sized mountains were only the

beginning.

Further wonders unveiled as he floated further along—some grander in splendor, others much more perilous. In specific areas, universal principles dominated with such ferocity that Cain sensed them bearing down on his being. A single misstep could let those forces break through the divide of realities and touch him, despite The Flow's protection.

Besides the terrain, Cain observed its wildlife.

And it perfectly echoed the savagery of the surroundings.

These creatures took on beastly shapes, but as their power grew, their looks turned increasingly demonic. Talons honed into tools that could shred peaks. Teeth extended into serrated edges. Wings expanded broad and sharp as knives, whereas spiked tails whipped with deadly accuracy. Each boost in might perfected their forms for destruction, like nature had molded them purely for carnage.

Then-

"WHOOOOMMP!"

Cain's eyes bulged wide at a whale-like bellow resonating from afar.

The very weave of space ripped apart.

Out burst a gigantic whale-shaped beast, enormous enough to eclipse the heavens. In one swift action, it parted its enormous jaws and consumed everything in a vast woodland underneath—vegetation, creatures, soil, and essence all—then plunged back into the spatial rift, which closed up seamlessly like the event never transpired.

Cain gaped in astonishment.

"What... was that!?"

Not just did the monster measure vast enough to gulp down a whole minor realm at once, but the aura pulsing from its frame

sent shivers racing through him. It evoked memories of his initial confrontation with the King of the Root.

"Beasts with the power of Late Alpha-Omega Overgods...?"

The mightiest creatures back in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe scarcely hit Arch-Deity Rank. The Crimson World shared that limit. Against such standards, the sight Cain had beheld verged on the impossible. "Is this place ruled by beasts?" he pondered. "Have intelligent lifeforms been entirely consumed?"

The notion felt absurd, but Cain couldn't shake it off. Once strength climbed to extreme heights, even supreme intellect might fall under brute dominance.

Cain's velocity inside The Flow proved incredible, but days later, he still only encountered spectacles and monsters. By the fifth day, though, a shift at last took place.

A metropolis emerged.

Its size stretched past imagination, with edifices soaring as high as the volcanic trees. Colossal spires reached infinitely skyward, crafted from mysterious substances that gleamed with durability and toughness. Though direct access eluded Cain, he spotted activity inside.

Inhabitants.

Labeling them as ordinary folk might stretch the truth.

The figures navigating the streets had human-like outlines, but resemblances typically stopped short. Their builds differed greatly, yet a common feature bound many—bodies like natural armor. Their skin looked thick and fortified, more crafted than naturally formed.

Beauty held no value in this realm.

Every being seemed designed exclusively for combat and slaughter. This drive appeared etched into their essences, molding their physiques and setting their

traits.

As Cain examined them closely, a scowl etched across his features.

"Their auras... they're similar to the Depravita Race," he murmured, "but

their bodies are flesh and blood, not energy and emotion."

Obviously, Cain's mind wandered to the Demon King and the Depravita Race. Although they resided in the Tenth Empyrean

World nowadays, that wasn't their birthplace.

Still, amid the likenesses, not one genuine Depravita had appeared.

While passing over the metropolis, fights broke out all around. Inhabitants butchered each other right on the avenues, ripping apart foes and gulping down remains until no trace of blood lingered.

Scenes like these would horrify the fiercest urban centers in the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe and the Crimson World.

In this domain, they scarcely merited a look.

Nearby figures strode by the slaughter like it was as routine as inhaling. Gore, demise, and cries wove effortlessly into everyday existence.

The further Cain ventured into the metropolis, the fiercer the clashes

grew—and the mightier the participants. Strength surged swiftly, brutality honing sharper at each advance. But at the heart, an unforeseen turn arose.

Order.

A hint of tranquility surfaced.

The diverse shapes among the metropolis's dwellers started to fade, merging toward a primary type. These entities displayed clear commonalities: pale locks, lofty builds, and chiseled muscles. A third eye bloomed on their brows—blood-red across all of them.

Though hues of their regular eyes differed, that extra eye stayed

unchanged.

Arcing horns curved up and out from their temples, formed nearly as regal diadems. Their bearing exuded command

and elegance surpassing the city's other denizens.

Cain scowled.

The energy they projected resembled the rest—though cleaner.

Mightier. Like they embodied the peak of endless advancements.

Yet the element that disturbed him deepest was another.

They bore more than a faint likeness to his Crimson

Bloodline.

"Crimson people...?" Cain whispered, bewilderment intensifying as the mystery thickened moment by moment.

His eyes scanned the metropolis anew.

"Where the hell am I?"