The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2460 I got you

The revelation of spies from superior realms infiltrating the Dark Blood Realm held profound consequences.

To start, it indicated that formidable foes were already traversing this domain. Individuals who ventured across dimensions to hunt the Sacred Treasure were no mere mortals. They must at minimum hold power nearing the King Level.

Such beings could threaten Cain's existence if they ambushed him, and they might slay his Royal Guards in open combat.

Yet this was merely the start.

Since they scoured beyond their native domains, it was likely they had collected nearly all—or perhaps every—fragment present in their original realms.

A single shard posed little issue, yet combining multiple ones might bestow tremendous might upon its possessor, or so the Dark Blood King had informed Cain and his companions.

True dread gripped the scene when Cain uncovered a far graver detail.

The Royal Bloodline infiltrator soared toward the same path as his Blood Avatar.

"A fluke?"

Cain swiftly dispatched an order. The Blood Avatar swerved abruptly leftward, surging to peak velocity as he maintained a steady lock on the spy's location in his senses.

His fears validated without delay.

The infiltrator shifted direction.

"He detects the fragment!"

A heavy solemnity swelled within the Scarlet King's core.

"Yet another wielder of the Power of Chaos?"

In the sight he witnessed, Cain hadn't sensed any distinct energy enveloping the figure. Nevertheless, remoteness might warp detection. Direct scrutiny remained the sole path to confirmation.

Somber lines etched Cain's visage while he weighed his choices.

He might alert others to the spy's whereabouts—though justifying his knowledge risked exposing his fragment-sensing talent.

Still, inaction wasn't viable.

The infiltrator raced at incredible pace, his path firmly aimed at the shards borne by the Blood Avatar. Capture was inevitable soon enough.

Cain's thoughts raced fervently in quest of an answer.

Suddenly, his gaze ignited.

Inspiration sparked in his eyes, chased by a scheming spark. A scheme formed—perilous and chancy, yet brimming with vast promise.

Peril never halted the Scarlet King. A broad, brilliant grin bloomed on his features upon resolving. He relayed an instruction to the Blood Avatar. The construct promptly shimmered, its form ablaze internally as it consumed its vital force. This offering elevated its velocity to unprecedented heights. It veered northwest and bolted ahead akin to a bolt of crimson

thunder.

Following this, Cain serenely pressed on with General Fausto's tasked operation as though all was routine.

Alongside the Royal Guard, he claimed yet another hazardous sector. The zone received full cleansing, and the terrain got probed to verify no shards lurked.

But rather than hastening onward, the Scarlet King displayed evident impatience—a look Samira and the squad plainly perceived.

"This pace is unacceptable," Cain declared icily.

He directed a piercing stare at Morningstar and Hades.

"You pair shall command half the unit and head to the assigned spots. Satan and I claim the remainder to push into the peril zones facing the reverse way."

The Royal Guards assented without pause.

Under typical circumstances, the Blutlinie fighters would protest. Their role demanded vigilance over events and watchfulness on Cain, and dividing the group would hinder supervision. Though outright defiance against Cain was impossible, they might urge routing the directive via formal lines for General Fausto's sanction

first.

Such a plea made sense—and Cain lacked grounds to deny it.

However, subtle crimson glows danced in the depths of those Blutlinie warriors' eyes who pondered voicing it.

The Power of Chaos warped their minds gently, easing their hesitations and blunting their wariness.

Ultimately, silence prevailed among them.

Obedience followed simply.

A faint grin touched Cain's lips upon feeling the influence. With no more waits, he split the troops and guided his portion onward.

Distant from Cain's spot, a Royal Blutlinie hurtled through the heavens at breakneck pace, his aura meticulously masked.

The individual possessed striking allure, sporting a slender but robust frame. Both his orbs emanated intense violet radiance.

He served as the infiltrator, and a deep scowl marred his forehead.

He failed to grasp why the fragment's course had altered so abruptly. More astonishing still, its motion had quickened.

"Has a native of this realm already claimed it?" he pondered.

After brief reflection, he dismissed it.

"If so, they'd transport it to the capital of the Dark Blood Kingdom. This route veers elsewhere."

"A snare?" The notion flickered in his awareness. Espionage in enemy lands required presuming the direst.

Yet it didn't deter his advance.

Resolve steeled his gaze as he surged faster, releasing his utmost velocity. Concealment grew tougher to sustain, yet postponement risked forfeiting the fragment

forever.

Days elapsed in the chase.

At last, the spy's sight grew keen.

He had located it.

Afar, he spotted the shards—encased in an odd blood-formed humanoid shape.

The display was bizarre, yet pause eluded him.

The infiltrator reached out and tightened his grip.

In that instant, the Blood Avatar halted.

As though an unseen deity's clutch had ensnared it. That force immobilized the avatar utterly, stripping all mobility.

"I have you," the spy uttered with a pleased smirk.

But that smirk crumbled right after.

For a composed tone rang out from immediately at his back.

"And I have you."