The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2509 From bad...

As the sword clashed against the trident, a tremendous blast detonated instantly.

Bursts of vibrant, multicolored energy exploded outward, laden with the horrifying might of Original Sin, while another wave of shadowy energy silently swept through the skies like a creeping tide.

Meylin's strength rent the heavens asunder.

The dazzling power of her strike ripped apart the air, crumbling vast swathes of space while its raw ferocity warped the very rules of existence. Such overwhelming force made space-time buckle, with shards of the void crumpling and contorting beneath the savage clash.

Yet the dark wave stood apart.

It inflicted zero apparent destruction.

No fissures marred space-time, no blasts rang out, no tears appeared.

Briefly, it appeared utterly benign.

Suddenly, the wave hit a battlefield zone where Root abominations and Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance fighters clashed fiercely.

The rush proved too swift for evasion.

And then-

Beneath the stunned stares of innumerable onlookers, the abominations alongside Six Sacred Races warriors crumbled straight to powder.

Not incinerated.

Not fragmented.

They merely dissolved away.

Meylin's eyes bulged in disbelief as she saw the alliance fighters disappear.

"You really think you can afford to get distracted while facing me?" The voice yanked her back to the present.

Her foe spun the trident gripped in her hands, pouring energy into it until the weapon whirled madly, birthing a twisting vortex of shadowy force that thrust ahead with crushing might. Meylin gritted her teeth.

Compelling herself to disregard the losses, she locked her focus solely on the foe ahead.

This assailant wasn't a hybrid like Jason.

She was pure human stock.

Her flowing white locks trailed like silvery infernos, and her ghostly pale complexion with angular traits unmistakably identified her as part of the

Godslayer Humankin race.

Even so, a secondary racial aura cloaked her form.

Much like Jason, her very essence radiated an innate

wrongness.

"BOOM!"

The trident's force detonated ahead.

Meylin rocketed skyward into the uppermost realms.

Before balance returned, the woman loomed right before her.

The trident slashed down, targeting her face precisely.

"What terrifying speed..."

Driving The Flow to its utmost, Meylin aligned her mind

flawlessly with the flows of reality around her.

In a split second, the future revealed itself.

She glimpsed the trident's trajectory.

With her sword's edge, she deflected the weapon aside, averting doom at the final instant.

But before the True Depravita of Original Sin could sigh in relief-

A knee drove into her torso.

The collision snapped multiple ribs right away and hurled her body even loftier into the heavens.

"How...?"

Meylin ground her teeth, struggling to grasp the occurrence.

She had synced with the Flow, perceiving her enemy's thoughts and aims. Still, that

attack had evaded her senses entirely.

More shocking still was its potency.

The hit had sliced through her energy shields effortlessly, with agony delving straight into her spirit.

It resembled the True Depravita's knack for turning bodily harm into soul-wound.

But this felt distinct.

Something extra lurked within.

Meylin's thoughts whirled as she probed the essence of her rival's ability.

Time allowed no respite.

The woman closed in once more.

The trident lifted overhead for yet another ruinous blow.

For an instant, Meylin swore she spotted something emerge

behind the woman.

A nightmarish being.

A colossal fiend so vast it could blot out all creation.

Merely a silhouette.

A mere flicker. Yet the dread it evoked crushed the soul.

Meylin could only shield herself.

She unleashed the Light of the Flow at full throttle, erecting a glowing shield right as the trident struck.

The collision hurled her clear off the battlefield, flinging her frame into the barren emptiness past the Worlds of the Root.

Dismay and terror gripped the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance warriors' souls upon seeing the abrupt reversal.

Only moments prior, triumph flowed smoothly.

They weren't just prevailing.

They dominated the Monster of the Root and the Warlock of the Root utterly.

Victory loomed close.

The Root's endless horror finally neared its close.

And then-

These two from the Six Sacred Races emerged.

And all fell apart.

One had bested Anark in raw melee.

The other unveiled abilities so bizarre and dread-inducing that the enigmatic True Depravita of Original Sin got expelled from the core fray.

"Damn it!"

The True Primordial of the Void bellowed in fury while parrying Jason's next punch.

The strike's power shoved him rearward, gouging a colossal ravine across the tainted terrain as his form skidded over it.

Ere he steadied, a kick plummeted from above.

Though just one foot, Anark sensed a millennium of titans' limbs smashing down.

Its weight alone risked pulverizing him into the soil.

But in the nick of time, Anark surged with might.

With dazzling combat prowess, he contorted and seized Jason's leg mid-motion, leveraging the force to slam the hybrid earthward.

Jason smashed into the surface with cataclysmic impact.

The crash obliterated a whole continent as the force ripped through the blighted expanse.

The hybrid spewed blood.

Yet mid-descent, he countered without pause.

One palm dug into the dirt, he spun and unleashed a brutal kick from his spare leg into Anark's chest. The hit propelled the True Primordial of the Void afar.

Anark dug his feet into the fouled ground, braking his flight.

Blood seeped from his frame, proof of the fight's brutality.

His resolve stood firm.

The foe was mighty.

But not unbeatable.

Anark could still claim victory.

Right then, that notion struck-

Movement stirred afar.

He whipped his gaze around, eyes flaring wide. Robuke stirred to life.

The havoc Anark wrought on the Monster of the Root had been devastating.

Yet the Worlds of the Root's life-force poured into him ceaselessly,

mending his injuries at breakneck pace.

In mere minutes, combat readiness would return.

And then- This clash turns two-against-one.