The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2504 The Alliance's plans

The warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance retreated to their radiant fortress, situated squarely across from the tainted realms. Despite securing a grand triumph in battle, the price extracted was steep.

Vast quantities of energy had been drained from most elite powerhouses, while numerous ones bore severe wounds.

Recovery time was essential for them.

After Meylin distanced herself sufficiently from the Root worlds' corrupting aura, she permitted relaxation at last.

Her aura plunged sharply in that instant.

The woman teetered on the brink of collapse.

In appearance, her role in the battle seemed effortless, yet reality diverged sharply.

Mikela's blast of corrupted blood posed an extreme threat.

To prevent devastating harm to her internals, Meylin sacrificed over forty percent of her body amid the explosion.

Failure to do so would have prolonged healing to months or years.

Luckily, the Sin of Gluttony sprang into action, consuming nearby void energy and vitality to hasten her renewal.

Her state had steadied a bit by the time she stepped into the Council Chambers.

Inside waited several formidable presences. Zephirox.

Uriel.

Cipher.

Amara.

And Arkam.

Leaders from the Empyrean Kingdom that formed the alliance.

Three additional figures soon entered.

Amon.

Bael.

Leonidas.

The Three Knights of the Scarlet Throne held supreme authority in the alliance, earning them seats at this council.

The final arrival stepped into the chamber.

The Warmaster in person.

Anark.

Exhaustion marked every individual present.

Rest beckoned to their weary bodies and spirits.

Yet duties of command demanded attention.

Anark surveyed the assembled warriors, a subtle smile gracing his features. Immense might emanated from each, and crucially, he perceived their dramatic advancement over recent years.

Progress among them was astounding.

Cultivation gains were just the start. Each now wielded potent treasures elevating their combat prowess to astonishing levels. Armed with these, they clashed directly with the Root's Alpha Omega Overgod High Lords and Champions—and prevailed.

Growth extended further still.

While only Meylin finished her Samsara Runic Set, others crafted advanced Samsara Seals. These proved crucial in battles, neutralizing the dread corruption from Root forces. Approval in Anark's eyes sparked pride in many powerhouses.

No one grasped better than they the lofty benchmarks set by the True Primordial of the Void. Even minor acknowledgment from him held vast weight.

Yet Anark's warm look soon vanished.

Eyes narrowing, he addressed them gravely.

'This victory is a massive success,' he declared. 'But we cannot allow ourselves to grow complacent.'

Silence gripped the room instantly.

'We have been winning before,' Anark pressed on firmly. 'Only for the Root to unleash a hidden trump card that threw all of our plans into ruin.'

Meylin and the rest grew solemn upon hearing this.

Urgency surged in their hearts.

Faster action was imperative.

The Root worlds must burn before those fiends unveiled another horror.

'I agree with the Warmaster.'

Zephirox, the Deus Behemoth, uttered the resonant words.

Thoughtful gleam in his eyes, he leaned ahead slightly.

'However,' Zephirox added, 'we can all agree that we have managed to stabilize the situation for now.'

His stare roamed the chamber.

'Perhaps it is time to dedicate part of our strength to retrieving the Scarlet King's body.'

Complex emotions flickered across every face there.

For ages, the Scarlet King's destiny stayed shrouded.

The Crimson Exarch's coming unveiled the facts.

Noah disclosed Cain's body's whereabouts.

Within the World Forge it lay.

Yet he stressed one vital point.

An empty shell—that body was.

Cain's consciousness and Primordial Essence had vanished, their location unknown to Noah.

Retrieval remained vital nonetheless.

Possessing it might unlock reconnection with Cain.

Alas, breaching the World Forge proved no easy feat.

Its enclosing barrier outmatched even the Empyrean Wall in difficulty. Inside, chaos and instability reigned, capable of ensnaring Alpha Omega Overgods in its abyssal turmoil.

No one there could traverse such a realm at will.

With war raging, sending top warriors for a hollow corpse risked too much.

Conditions had shifted, however.

Root world forces got repelled, their home realms scarred.

The moment might have come at last.

'I understand the danger,' Zephirox stated abruptly.

Determination blazed in his eyes.

'I am willing to go myself.'

Gazes turned his way from several.

'If there is even a chance that we can bring him back,' he went on, 'then the risk is worth it.'

Fierce hope ignited his stare.

'With his help, we could do more than simply destroy the Root. We might even find a way to restore the Worlds of the Root to their original state.'

Uneasy looks passed among the powerhouses at his words.

All yearned for Cain's return.

Zephirox's motives delved deeper, though.

Beyond leader or fighter, the Scarlet King wrought miracles. He alone might accomplish the unthinkable.

And maybe... just maybe... aid in salvaging his own world, fallen to Root Power after the Universe Will fell silent.

Anark regarded him silently briefly.

Then came a sigh.

'I'm sorry,' he said, head shaking slowly.

'We cannot embark on such a dangerous mission right now.'

Zephirox's face tensed faintly, yet he held his tongue. 'The legions of the Worlds of the Root have indeed been forced back into their territory,' Anark proceeded. 'But there are still enemies waiting in the darkness.'

Heavy quiet descended on the chamber then.

Memories stirred of the traitorous Empyrean Worlds.

'We cannot divide our strength while the universe remains unstable,' Anark asserted resolutely.

His stare intensified.

'Only after Robuke and Mikela are dead can we allow our attention to move beyond this war.' Zephirox gripped his fists tight.

Inner turmoil wrestled within him briefly.

At length, he breathed out and inclined his head.

Comprehension dawned.

Above all, he honored Anark's command—like the rest.

Anark acknowledged the assembly with a nod.

'Now,' he commanded anew with authority, 'we must prepare for our next clash.'

Toward the far-off Root worlds his eyes shifted.

'We need to find a way to resist the corruption of the Root worlds for longer periods,' he added. 'Only then will we have the strength to finish this war within this century.'

The chamber hushed again. All knew the harsh reality. The forthcoming battle would eclipse the last in ferocity.