The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2501 We wait

The instant those words escaped his lips, golden light blazed in Cain's eyes.

An illusion of an infinite river suddenly appeared encircling him.

It stretched immeasurably wide—a ceaseless torrent weaving through the fabric of reality. The river extended endlessly in all directions, linking existence, time, and space into one relentless stream.

The Flow.

Its grandeur proved utterly overpowering.

Whoever beheld it sensed an unimaginable pressure crashing down on their souls, like the burden of myriad worlds abruptly pressing on their backs.

For the Knights of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom, the sensation hit even harder. And the spectacle was far from finished.

Golden flames erupted over Cain's form, cloaking him like animated armor. His aura skyrocketed to horrifying levels, building such tremendous momentum that a swirling vortex spun up around him.

Fierce winds burst forth violently.

Those gales ravaged the stronghold's courtyard, lashing at banners and armor while the whole fortress quaked beneath Cain's overwhelming might.

A clash seemed ready to ignite at any second.

"Enough!"

Thunderous sound of the Nirvana Crown Prince boomed through the stronghold.

His order demanded absolute obedience.

The knights swiftly stopped their charge and retreated, yet their glares stayed locked on Cain, brimming with open enmity.

Cain gradually shifted his stare to the Crown Prince.

The young leader's eyes held perfect tranquility.

Utterly serene.

No trace of fury showed. No seething murderous urge. No emotional storm.

Just icy, still poise.

In countless respects, that serenity posed a greater threat than rage.

"Our agreement," the Nirvana Crown Prince stated deliberately, "was that you would stay within the stronghold until my return to the Seventh Realm."

His look intensified a touch.

"Are you breaking your promise?"

Cain's eyes tightened.

A subtle gleam flashed briefly inside them before he merely lifted his shoulders in a shrug.

"Fine," he replied evenly. "A deal is a deal."

The golden flames encasing him gradually dimmed, and the vision of the Flow vanished from everyone's thoughts.

"However," Cain went on, "our pact never covered battling by your side."

He cast a look at the far-off battlefield.

"Thus, I'll just watch as this fight plays out."

The Nirvana Crown Prince eyed him briefly.

Then his own eyes narrowed faintly.

"You could do that," he remarked.

A brief silence ensued.

"Or join our fight... and I'll ensure you get richly rewarded."

Cain kept his face impassive and stern.

But inwardly, thrill raced through his veins.

This matched his desires perfectly.

He planned not just to stay in the stronghold but to dive into the upcoming fray.

Yet voicing that wish outright would prove foolish.

Such eagerness might sour the bargaining.

By making the foe propose it first, Cain gained his aim plus extra gains.

Still, agreeing too fast wouldn't do.

That would reveal premeditated scheming.

Thus, Cain feigned contemplation.

His attention drifted to the remote Eternal Soul Kingdom forces, landing on the central figure.

The Eternal Soul King.

As their gazes clashed over the field, a colossal surge of killing intent exploded from Sharka.

The force felt suffocating enough to choke King-Level experts.

But Cain held his stare steady.

Observers nearby might have caught a spark of mirth in his eyes.

As though grinning inwardly.

"Fine," Cain declared at last.

"I will fight."

The Nirvana Crown Prince paid close heed.

"However," Cain added, "I will fight solo."

His tone stayed steady.

"And take no commands."

The Crown Prince's brow furrowed right away.

Granting free rein in such a massive conflict spelled grave peril.

War demanded unity.

Order.

Hierarchy.

But before refusal could come, Cain pressed on.

"For that liberty," he offered, "my initial strike targets the second mightiest fighter in the whole Eighth Realm Army."

The air shifted in a heartbeat.

Independent action from Cain would breed chaos.

Still, slaying the Eternal Soul Kingdom's number-two powerhouse would tip the war's scales dramatically.

Such a bargain... could justify the gamble.

The Nirvana Crown Prince pondered silently for moments.

At length, he exhaled.

"...Fine."

With a hand gesture, a notice popped into Cain's military interface.

An alert soon pinged.

His military credits swelled anew.

The payout loomed huge—nearly matching his haul from felling a King-Level foe and hordes of Archdeities.

"You get the rest post-battle," the Crown Prince noted.

Cain inclined his head.

The sum pleased him greatly.

Should the Crown Prince renege afterward...

Cain shrugged it off mentally.

By battle's close, much would transform.

"So," Cain quipped lightly, "when does the fighting kick off?"

He eyed the battlefield.

"Your troops stand assembled. Forming up and igniting battle formations should take mere instants."

Given his choice, Cain would charge right after claiming those credits.

Yet the Nirvana Crown Prince denied it with a headshake.

"We wait."

Cain arched a brow.

"The stronghold's force field draws from a separate power core," the Crown Prince clarified. "It spares the reserves fueling our attack arrays."

He regarded the glowing shield encasing the bastion.

"Should fortune smile... it might endure till the Realm Barrier fades."

Cain's gaze grew keener.

Delaying clashed with his strategy.

And tactically, it rang hollow too.

They only postponed doom.

After all, the Realm Barrier's fresh bolstering meant no scheduled ebb for a year at least. Maybe more.

No chance the force field withstood the besiegers that span.

The Nirvana Crown Prince knew it full well.

He merely bet on divine luck.

Unexpected Realm Barrier dips beyond cycles weren't impossible.

Rare as they came—yet real.

Should it strike, he'd funnel all strength into fleeing to the Seventh Realm.

Far better odds than slamming the full Eternal Soul Kingdom host.

Regrettably for Cain, no matter his haste, some moments defied his script.

And this... counted among them.