The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2479 Sundering the lightning

Cain's gaze remained icy as he watched the group press forward into the zone where he had slain Jasmir.

'They're swift,' he mused, noting the accuracy of their advances. 'Evidently, they possess ways to sense energy shifts beyond my detection.'

He etched that insight into his mind. Overlooking unfamiliar sensing techniques was a common pitfall that led many assassins to their graves.

The Scarlet King's eyes grew keener as he assessed the arrivals. Eliminating them all posed no challenge. Their leader stood at merely Middle Alpha-Omega Overgod level—vastly inferior to his own combat strength. One swift blow could wipe out the whole team before they grasped the situation.

However, pointless killing would create evidence.

A abrupt energy surge in some distant spot, particularly without a Royal Blutlinie from the Eternal Soul Kingdom perishing, could spark only faint interest at most. But should the very squad sent to probe such a disturbance disappear too, the implication would ring clear: a formidable intruder had entered the scene.

Cain refused to commit that error.

Moreover, drawing from Aerion's recollections and the intel pulled from Jasmir, he had identified the ideal mark.

Without a second thought, he pivoted and faded away.

Employing the Power of Karma, Cain sustained his maximum velocity while hiding his aura flawlessly. The violet strands of destiny encircling him warped and tangled, shielding him from causal scrutiny. Simultaneously, his senses stretched out, alert to any concealed watchers.

He refused to let assurance slide into hubris.

Over-relying on the Power of Karma, in fact, was exactly how Aerion had fallen victim to Cain's ambush.

Time flew by in a haze of rapid travel until Cain arrived at his goal: an immense mountain chain extending across endless miles. It sliced through vast lands like the backbone of an ancient monster. For all its immensity, no Omen Beast prowled its heights.

The explanation emerged shortly.

'BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!'

Bolts of electricity ripped through the heavens, slamming into ridges and bouncing peak to peak. The whole chain had transformed into an ocean of thunder—a lethal domain that even mighty entities would avoid entering.

Yet for a certain person, it served as the ideal training haven.

Zator.

A secluded Royal Blutlinie and the sole Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod whose absence could slip by undetected.

Shakra had rallied almost the full Eternal Soul Realm under his command. Even the autonomous Royal Blutlinie had to bow to his rule. Zator lacked the might to defy the Eternal Soul King outright, but his training method demanded deep, lasting exposure to this electrified setting, isolating him for long stretches.

A handy seclusion.

Cain drew in a deep breath and released the Power of Chaos, probing the chain with quiet accuracy.

A slight scowl formed as he couldn't pick up Zator's aura.

'This doesn't add up,' he pondered silently. 'From Jasmir's memories, I recall him perched on the main summit.'

While pondering the oddity, his gaze tightened.

Then it hit him.

A spark.

A ripple concealed amid the tempest.

Astonishment crossed his features as clarity struck.

'He's embedded in the lightning storm.'

Zator wasn't just training in the area—he had blended his essence with the wild electric surges, camouflaging himself in their furious flows.

Cain weighed his options thoughtfully.

Dispatching a Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod lay within his reach. Ever since entering the King Tier, his fighting prowess had surpassed standard boundaries. But slaying alone wouldn't suffice.

He needed to execute it without drawing notice.

The Power of Karma had already tangled the area's causal links, severing its bonds to the broader realm. The Quietus Force spread over the chain, halting outbound signals and quelling outside communications.

Even so, the prior sensing of Jasmir's demise showed the Eternal Soul Kingdom held potent detection capabilities.

'I must end this so rapidly,' Cain decided, 'that he never comprehends what occurred.'

He shut his eyes for a moment, drawing on his past assassin lessons.

When they reopened, resolve filled them.

The Blade of the End of Time appeared in his grip, its blade gleaming with restrained destruction. Eternum Flame flared around him, forming a pale cloak of superheated gas so fierce that it warped time's passage nearby.

But that marked just the start.

The Omen of Time inside him stirred, speeding up his inner time stream. His mind grew razor-sharp. His reactions intensified. Even his pulse raced to the utmost his form could handle.

Next arrived the Power of Karma.

Cain grasped the nearby purple filaments and remolded them via the Power of Chains. They broke free from their ethereal anchors, shifting from mere symbols of ties to dynamic tools. They wrapped around the Blade of the End of Time.

Its destructive force amplified.

He achieved all this while staying utterly hidden.

As his strength peaked, Cain assumed a plunging posture and sealed his eyes again.

He called upon The Flow.

Via it, he followed Zator's path through the electric chaos. The Peak Alpha-Omega Overgod darted at astonishing velocity, mirroring the wild leaps of lightning in random, unforeseeable rhythms. His mind drowned in raw impulse and storm, not alertness.

Still, even disorder followed underlying principles.

The Flow unveiled them.

Cain's awareness heightened past its bounds.

Only a single shot would come.

Should he miss, the Eternal Soul Kingdom might not pinpoint him—but they'd realize a hunter targeted their fighters. From then on, each action would grow far more arduous. Moments elongated into forever as he strained his senses harder.

At last—

He struck.

His form turned into a white flash dropping from the loftiest heights.

His presence and power stayed curbed by the Quietus Force, rendering him akin to a mere atmospheric event—a meteor diving into a thunderous expanse.

Nothing obstructed his path.

Nevertheless, the Blade of the End of Time thrust down.

Just as it hit its full reach, an electric bolt appeared ahead of its point. The cry of myriad birds resounded over the chain as the blade cleaved the lightning apart.