The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2525 Cain vs Shakra (I)

Cain kept observing the merged domains of the Eternal Soul King and the Nirvana Crown Prince, his senses completely submerged in the battle raging overhead.

Each pulse, each warp, each wave of power—he

took it all in, striving to grasp the fundamental laws governing Ancestor Domains.

Under normal circumstances, soul force by itself offered no clues, for Ancestor Domains represented Fourth Realm might, yet the Flow and the Power of Chaos matched that level too. It wasn't much, but every scrap mattered.

His gaze stayed fixed without a single blink, devoting a whole hour to pure concentration on the domain until—

"CRACK!"

"RUMBLE!"

A violent quake ripped through the battlefield.

It raced outward at horrifying velocity, stretching well past the core conflict zone to engulf almost a third of the whole realm. Enormous fissures split open in the heavens themselves, shredding spacetime across hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Reality's weave shattered.

Both forces halted in place.

Their stares bulged as they shifted toward the shadowy orb overhead, dread blending with eager hope in their eyes.

If the immense energy trapped inside those twin Ancestor Domains was spilling into the surroundings...

Just one possibility existed.

The domains had grown unstable.

And collapse loomed.

The quakes grew fiercer.

Fissures widened, swallowing vast swaths of sky like reality being stripped bare.

Then—

The orb detonated.

A flood of ruinous cosmic energy erupted in every direction, drowning the battlefield in pure destruction. Energy blasts pulverized mountain chains into powder, while whole Blutlinie squads vanished instantly—too sluggish to flee the doom.

Yet...

The Royal Blutlinie refused to withdraw.

They scarcely twitched.

Their focus stayed riveted on the blast's heart, every fighter yearning to discover—

Who emerged victorious?

The verdict arrived swiftly.

One silhouette plummeted from above like a shattered puppet.

The other...

Stood firm.

A wave of icy dread swept the Knights of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom.

Terror seized their cores upon identifying the tumbling form.

The Nirvana Crown Prince.

He clung to life—but just scarcely.

His left arm had vanished.

A huge cavity gaped through his torso, drilling straight from front to rear. His aura wavered wildly, his vitality teetering on oblivion's brink.

Hovering above, the Eternal Soul King towered in triumph.

Far from unharmed.

Not remotely.

Half his formerly striking visage had liquefied, baring scorched bone under ruined skin. His right arm dangled limp, the joint pulverized and gnawed by sinister, corrosive energy defying all mending.

Nevertheless...

He endured upright.

And his murderous aura detonated as he glared at the senseless Crown Prince.

"DIE!"

Shakra bellowed, lunging his palm ahead.

A colossal horror spawned at his back.

It loomed immense—wings spanning moon-like breadths, frame wreathed in inferno blaze. A gigantic horn pierced its cranium, its whole being pulsing with doomsday menace.

Its strength...

Now touched Half-Step Fourth Realm.

"Ragnarok... kill him!"

The monster bellowed, its cry rattling the firmament as it charged forth, plummeting at the downed Nirvana Crown Prince.

Terror rippled through the Knights of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom.

They sprang into action, desperate to shatter foe lines and block the strike. Every Royal Blutlinie grasped the truth—if the Crown Prince perished here, survival meant nothing, for the Immortal Nirvana King would butcher them all on return.

Yet Eternal Soul Kingdom troops pinned them down.

Without mercy.

No breakout possible.

No chance to meddle.

All they managed...

Was witness.

Ragnarok plunged like plummeting Armageddon, talons extended to obliterate the Crown Prince utterly.

"ROOOAAARRR-!"

Its howl resounded—

Then cut short.

A golden streak blazed over the field.

One mighty kick smashed the creature's flank.

The collision proved cataclysmic.

Skeleton cracked.

Its enormous bulk contorted savagely before hurtling afar, smashing over the battlefield akin to a toppled peak.

A shared intake of breath echoed from both hosts.

For positioned between Ragnarok and the Crown Prince...

Stood the Red King.

"YOU!"

Rage and loathing filled the Eternal Soul King's bellow as his eyes fixed on Cain. Besides the Crown Prince, he craved that man's death above all.

Even deep in the Ancestor Domain, he'd tracked the outer fray. He knew the full tale.

The Red King had slain his brother.

Damian might've been craven—attempted escape—but remained a prince of the Eternal Soul Kingdom.

And none...

No soul save Shakra himself...

Held claim to end him.

Cain held his stare steadily.

A subtle spark of mirth danced in his golden gaze.

Next, he flicked his wrist.

Numerous artifacts materialized midair—orbs, herbs, crystal relics—all brimming with potent vitality.

With one mental command—

They burst.

Pure flames merged with their cores, forging a glowing river of restorative power that rushed to the wounded Nirvana Crown Prince.

All beheld in shocked quiet.

The Crown Prince's gashes—those fatal wounds devouring his vitality and unbalancing his soul—abruptly halted.

Then—

Healing commenced.

Gradually.

Firmly.

No immediate fix—but vastly swifter than nature allowed.

A flutter of the Crown Prince's lids heralded awareness returning.

"Impressive..." Cain whispered low. "His regenerative capabilities are truly remarkable. Hybrids really are the best of both worlds."

He dipped his head approvingly.

Then—

His Wings of Chaos unfurled.

They stretched broad then curved close, guarding the Nirvana Crown Prince and pulling him behind Cain's form.

An unmistakable message.

A bold proclamation.

This one... fell under his safeguard.

The spectacle only stoked Shakra's wrath.

His slaughterous will soared to new heights.

Victory had dangled within grasp—not just slaying the Crown Prince, but seizing the Sacred Treasure shards he bore.

And now—

All stolen away.

By a lone figure.

"Fine..." Shakra's tone sank, quivering with fury. "Then I'll kill you both."