The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter ​​​​​​​2524 Damian's end

"CRACK!"

The golden lotus split apart.

Right away, it exploded into myriad shards—yet they hung there, refusing to disappear. Every fragment floated motionless in the air, emitting a subtle glow as though tethered by some hidden power.

Behind him, the enormous plasma wings started to withdraw. Their radiance faded, their form contracting as they retracted and merged back onto the Scarlet King's back.

Cain positioned himself amid the wreckage.

His gaze turned icy.

Fixed on Damian.

In his relentless quest for insight—his fixation on unraveling the secrets of the Ancestor Domain—he had let his guard slip. He had controlled the fight for far too long, and gradually, he began to overlook the threat Damian represented.

That one mistake compelled him to act.

Compelled him to unleash one of his most potent hidden aces.

The Wings of Chaos.

It demanded time—innumerable fights, ceaseless honing—but in his brutal confrontation against one of the mightiest Omen Beasts across the Eight Realms, the Nine-Tailed Fox, Cain had at last perfected his Power of Chaos to its peak form.

The Wings of Chaos offered more than mere enhancement.

They embodied dominion.

With them, he tapped into the universe's own might—directing it toward devastating havoc... or unbreakable protection.

Just before, he opted for the second.

By merging the wings into the golden lotus, he forged a barrier strong enough to endure Damian's deadliest strike.

Cain breathed out steadily.

His posture eased as tranquility returned to his thoughts.

"Sooner or later, I was bound to reveal it," he murmured. "This just speeds things up."

His eyes darted momentarily to the battlefield's fringe, where ruin persisted, a knowing glint flashing through them. Then—

They locked back onto Damian.

Intense.

Piercing.

Unyielding.

The instant Damian caught sight of those eyes—

Terror overwhelmed him.

He spun around and bolted without a second thought.

He understood its significance perfectly.

This amounted to betrayal.

Deserting the field. Deserting his brother.

Yet none of it signified anything.

Far preferable to be branded a traitor...

Than lie dead.

And honestly, Damian harbored no devotion for the Eternal Soul King. That seat was once destined for him—until Shakra claimed it.

Should his brother perish here—

No sorrow would escape him.

Cain's eyes tightened as he observed the Royal Blutlinie plunge into the earth, escaping at maximum velocity.

He thrust out his right arm.

The broken shards of the golden lotus rushed toward it, assembling with lethal accuracy. Each fragment whirled about his limb, exuding a fatal sharpness, like blades that could slice through existence.

The Wings of Chaos blazed anew.

Strength surged through his frame.

Then—

His Ancestor Eye blazed to life.

Far off in the distance, a surge of white fire burst forth.

The Eternum Flames, silently building inside Damian, detonated in a single cataclysmic release.

Time dragged to a crawl.

Motion halted.

For one fleeting second—

Damian halted.

And that proved sufficient.

Cain surged forward.

He rocketed skyward, then plummeted like a meteor—white, gold, and scarlet weaving into one obliterating trail.

He crashed into the terrain with apocalyptic might.

The whole continent quaked violently.

Enormous chunks of earth—each rivaling mountains—launched skyward from the collision. Shockwaves exploded outward, flinging nearby Blutlinie through the air, while the Royal Blutlinie scrambled to defend against the raw explosive power.

Dust and inferno choked the battlefield.

Then—

They dissipated.

And the sight that emerged...

Stunned all onlookers into silence.

In the crater's heart loomed the Red King.

And pinned underfoot—

Damian.

Cain's fist plunged deep into the man's torso.

Damian's eyes bulged wide.

Brimming with incredulity.

With dread.

He struggled to utter words—his lips parting in a desperate bid to plead, to damn, to reject the reality.

But silence reigned.

For in that instant—

Cain yanked his hand out.

And clutched within it... A heart, pulsing faintly.

Damian's form slackened.

The spark in his eyes extinguished.

Vanished.

A profound hush descended upon the battlefield.

The duel pitting the Red King against the Eternal Soul King's sibling had concluded.

And it proved utterly one-sided.

Not just victorious—C Cain emerged nearly unscathed.

Beyond the prior hit he absorbed, no frailty showed. His presence stayed steady, his might intact.

He retained peak condition.

And that truth...

Filled the Eternal Soul Kingdom's troops with dread.

For an instant, the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom's fighters sensed triumph nearby.

But suddenly—

An unforeseen turn unfolded.

The Red King dropped to the ground.

Smack in the battlefield's midst.

Silently, he set to refining Damian's Ancestor Drop, absorbing the life force and lingering essence from the remains.

His demeanor stayed composed.

Precise.

Virtually detached.

His sight rose momentarily to the heavens—but not toward the Royal Blutlinie's ongoing fray.

It targeted the colossal orb overhead. The collision of Ancestor Domains. He planned no meddling.

That awareness rippled bewilderment across both armies.

For the Royal Blutlinie showdown would determine all fates. Neither Shakra nor the Nirvana Crown Prince could solo the surviving powerhouses. Should Cain align with one faction, equilibrium would shatter at once.

Nevertheless... He stayed put.

Observing.

Absorbing knowledge.

The Eternal Soul Kingdom's warriors seized the chance.

Their doubt evaporated.

They assaulted with savage intensity, each blow driven by raw urgency.

Whatever it took—

They must prevail before the Red King reconsidered.

As for the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom's Knights...

Their faces hardened.

Fury blazed in their stares.

Yet none voiced protest. All recognized— Their views held no sway over him.

Cain grinned under his mask.

As turmoil reignited across the field, he persisted in harnessing Damian's essence, his form gaining power with each moment. Yet his deepest attention...

Drifted elsewhere.

His thoughts.

His spirit.

Both delved fully into the Ancestor Domains' confrontation overhead.

Studying.

Dissecting.

Grasping. And as each instant ticked by—

He edged nearer... to that strength.