The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2463 Shakra, ruler of the Eternal Soul Realm

"Ancestor Art: White Mantle."

The Scarlet King's declaration barely registered with Aerion when the area surrounding Cain began to warp.

Compression gripped the Stasis Force Field, squeezing the Eternum Flame encasing his form. The shift occurred in a flash. Within an instant, the pale flames solidified into a thick layer of glowing plasma, clinging to Cain like an extra layer of flesh. Aerion's gaze broadened in shock.

While narrowing the gap, he sensed it—his velocity was diminishing.

Insufficient to halt his advance. Insufficient to let him retreat or dodge.

Yet sufficient.

Precisely sufficient for the Scarlet King's counter.

Cain's left arm shifted.

His index and middle fingers darted ahead, gently brushing Aerion's approaching punch.

Upon that touch, the dread power driving Aerion's blow disappeared.

It didn't scatter.

It didn't burst.

Instead, it got rerouted.

All the bulk of force, velocity, and packed energy surged via Cain's limb and amassed in his opposite hand.

The Scarlet King let go of his blade's grip.

All his built-up might focused into one

spot.

His right arm thrust ahead.

This wasn't a fist strike.

This wasn't a stabbing lunge.

It was merely a prod.

A gentle press on Aerion's torso.

However, for the Royal Blutlinie infiltrator, that one prod signaled doom.

The energy surged straight into his frame.

Straight to his core.

In a split of a nanosecond—

It ceased.

For typical fighters, this kind of halt would prove hazardous.

For a cultivator holding Asura Form at Aerion's tier, it spelled death.

A pulse that thrummed like a dying sun abruptly froze. The brutal halt sparked a devastating inward revolt.

Crimson sprayed from Aerion's eyes, nostrils, lips, and ears.

All his veins started to burst.

His vision flooded with scarlet.

Before grasping the event, a powerful boot crashed into his features.

The blow hurled him over the field. His form ripped across the ground until it smashed against a far-off peak, debris and rubble erupting on collision.

From a distance, Cain observed the shattered form, his stare icy and analytical.

As an expert in Asura Form, he knew its prime flaw. An abrupt shift from peak heart rhythm to total stop was deadlier than any outside hit.

It didn't just harm.

It ravaged from the inside.

All at once, Cain's eyes flickered.

A grave look swept over his features.

He surged ahead without delay, materializing in front of the scarcely aware Aerion. The Blade of the End of Time reshaped in his grasp, Eternum Flame flaring on its blade as he readied the killing stroke.

Yet right as he bridged the space—

A tremendous soul energy burst forth.

The void grew dim.

A colossal, foreboding shape emerged over Aerion's frame. It formed from a stern-faced individual, his aura immense and crushing. His gaze gleamed with remote glow, linked to a mind far removed from the conflict.

"I am Shakra, ruler of the Eternal Soul Realm."

Every syllable bore heavy force. The crushing soul aura made the atmosphere quiver, causing even Cain to halt, his eyes

narrowing while evaluating the apparition.

"You have won. Take the treasures and leave my warrior. Let him

return home."

Next, the apparition's tone chilled further, its command becoming

unquestionable.

"If you continue your attack, you will be the first I kill when the war

begins."

The Eternum Flame halted the momentum of his body and soul, stopping the disastrous inward breakdown from the revolt. Aerion hung in limbo, neither living nor deceased, trapped in total stillness.

Cain's action stemmed not from pity.

He merely required an incapacitated captive.

And this proved the quickest way.

With a flick of his wrist, Cain enclosed Aerion within a dimensional relic.

In the following instant, he fused with the Blood Avatar, reclaiming some life essence and mental power. Wasting no moments, he darted from the field, swiftly widening the gap.

His energy signature dimmed.

His existence dissolved.

After venturing far into an isolated area, he entered a

subterranean cavern and hid utterly.

Only upon verifying no pursuers or threats lingered nearby did Cain at last unwind.

Then—

"Znnnn-"

A profound, ripping noise resounded within him.

A huge gash erupted over his torso, exactly at the spot where his

armor had cracked before. Blood gushed out in heavy flows.

The harm he'd held back at last emerged.

Through Null Eternum, Cain had postponed the hurt from Aerion's last

assault. Yet postponed harm isn't vanished harm.

Now, confrontation was necessary.

The gash proved far graver than anticipated. His sight blurred, and his frame almost buckled under the piled agony

hitting simultaneously.

Sheer determination kept him awake. At once, Cain linked to the Ocean of the Blood Sun via the Power of Chaos, pulling in maximum life force. Luckily, though grave, the wounds remained wholly corporeal.

Aerion's blows hadn't touched his essence.

No alien power remained in the injuries.

No taint existed.

No ethereal harm. Just ruinous physical devastation.

Still, mending dragged on.

A full day of nonstop restoration passed before the hemorrhage ceased and his state steadied.

Finally, Cain breathed out long.

The peril had receded.

For the moment.