The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2528 Artificial trust

Three towering pillars of energy burst toward the sky's zenith, their blinding brilliance compelling every Royal Blutlinie across the battlefield—no matter their faction—to gaze upon them simultaneously.

A momentary hush descended.

Tension exploded instantly.

No clear winner had emerged from the fights on the ground. Chaos still reigned among the Royal Blutlinie warriors, with neither faction gaining the upper hand. Thus, all grasped the unspoken reality:

The victor of this clash... would seal the war's outcome.

That awareness drove every fighter to their limits.

Far overhead, the auras belonging to the Red King, Nirvana Crown Prince, and Eternal Soul King soared ever upward, shattering past old boundaries until space itself quivered from their might.

Then—

They charged.

Resembling meteors tearing through emptiness, the trio hurtled at each other.

Cain's plasma wings ignited fiercely, each flap unleashing surges of force. The white plasma enveloping him thickened rapidly, warping space-time as it swirled around his form.

The Nirvana Crown Prince blazed like a reborn sun. His fire intensified every moment, while a phoenix's bony outline formed about him—a ghostly suit of armor crafted from his Ancestor Power.

And Shakra...

The Eternal Soul King grinned.

A broad, savage grin.

He ignited every scrap of power in his Ancestor Drop, calling forth ever-larger Soul Beasts. Certain ones loomed planet-sized, their sheer existence twisting the battlefield. He spared no effort.

Fear of backlash was absent.

Not with triumph so close.

After securing this fight's win, ample time awaited for recovery prior to entering the Ninth Realm and finishing his Sacred Treasure.

The three powers smashed together.

And devastation burst forth.

Cain struck first.

His wings snapped with force as he sidestepped the smashing blow from two massive Soul Beasts. Even before steadying himself, a third blocked his way.

His gaze sharpened.

Harnessing the Endless River of the Flow's drive, he rocketed ahead, his hand thrusting like a sword.

One swift action.

Smooth.

Exact.

The Soul Beast cleaved apart.

Nearby, the Nirvana Crown Prince battled with savage intensity. His power overwhelmed—pure, vicious, absolute. Using his spirit claws, he ripped Soul Beasts apart like flimsy illusions.

His Ancestor Power bestowed physical strength nearing the unbelievable, almost eclipsing Half-Step Fourth Realm levels.

Yet even he—

Remained vulnerable.

He had just demolished two Soul Beasts when Shakra materialized.

The Eternal Soul King phased through a fading summon's debris, his advance fluid and deadly. His fist hammered ahead, crashing into the Crown Prince's chest.

The spectral phoenix ignited to shield, soaking some damage—

But insufficiently.

The hit hurled the Nirvana Crown Prince spinning through the sky, blood dripping from his mouth amid wild tumbling.

Shakra held back from chase.

Instead—

He spun around.

His stare fixed on Cain.

A fresh glint appeared in his eyes.

A spark of insight.

As though amid combat, he started comprehending something regarding

the Red King.

Yet that epiphany failed to lessen his murderous urge.

Quite the opposite—

It amplified it.

He surged like a tempest.

Cain had barely repelled one Soul Beast and dodged another when Shakra loomed before him. The Eternal Soul King's leg whipped out in

a flawless strike targeting Cain's face.

Perfection defined it.

Inevitable—

Or it appeared.

In the last split-second, Cain's eyes flared with golden radiance.

His frame contorted in an unnatural twist, barely slipping the attack.

The kick's momentum propelled Shakra onward—

But prior to losing balance, a fresh Soul Beast formed

under his foot.

Leveraging it as a platform, Shakra whirled in flight and launched yet

another kick.

This round—

No dodging possible.

Cain lifted his arm without delay, gathering Light of the Flow into

his guard.

The kick connected.

His whole form shook as the impact ripped through, launching him

back like a cannonball.

Before recovering—

A Soul Beast spawned in his rear.

Its maw gaped hugely.

And engulfed him entirely.

Shocked cries rippled over the battlefield.

Knights from the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom sensed despair clutch their hearts.

Did the Red King... perish?

But prior to panic spreading—

The Soul Beast shuddered violently.

A blast of energy surged from inside.

Then—

It detonated.

Chunks of its flesh flew everywhere as Cain erupted outward, his

silhouette rising from the wreckage.

He endured.

Yet bore wounds.

His breaths came ragged, that breakout draining far more energy than desired.

Shakra grinned.

Shakra charged forward once more, his horde of Soul Beasts surging alongside

him.

Yet midway through—

He scowled.

A known aura reemerged.

The Nirvana Crown Prince.

Battered. Bleeding. Yet standing firm.

"It seems he can suppress his wounds," Shakra muttered coldly.

The clash erupted anew.

This round, things shifted.

Cain and the Nirvana Crown Prince battled as one.

Shoulder to shoulder. They drained every bit of power from their cores, slamming

into Shakra and his boundless wave of Soul Beasts.

Initially, their teamwork felt clumsy.

Flawed.

But each clash refined it. Their motions synced up.

Their rhythms matched.

A cadence started to build.

Over and over, Cain threw himself into peril—blocking the

deadliest strikes, guarding the Crown Prince from killing

blows.

Trust...

Didn't come easily to Royal Blutlinie. Their essence pushed them to consume each other, climbing by

dragging rivals down. Like sharks in the womb, fighting before they're born.

Still— Change stirred.

Whenever Cain moved without pause, a dim scarlet spark

flashed in the Nirvana Crown Prince's eyes.

Faint.

Subtle.

But strengthening.

It seeped into his thoughts, remolding his drives.

Their fused might began to climb.

Swifter than either anticipated.

Until where—

For the first time—

Victory seemed within reach.

In unison, they unleashed a joint barrage on Ragnarok, the

mightiest of the Soul Beasts. Their merged blow tore the

titanic beast asunder, forging a clear path to Shakra.

In that brief window—

Cain called out.

"Create an opening," he said calmly, his voice slicing through the

chaos. "And I'll unleash my strongest attack."

The Nirvana Crown Prince caught his words.

And in that moment—

The scarlet light in his eyes blazed.