The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2647: The Flame of Hope

The figure that emerged from the seven-colored pillar of light was a breathtaking young woman whose beauty seemed capable of stunning the universe itself. Seven pairs of magnificent wings spread behind her back, each one radiating a different color and carrying within it the phantom image of an entire realm. On her face were seven radiant eyes, each corresponding perfectly to one of those wings and revolving around her like divine stars.

She was none other than the True Depravita of Original Sin—Meylin.

She had been absent from the battlefield for a long time, secluded within the Coffin of Life and Death, a treasure whose mysteries stood beyond the limits of the Third Realm. Now that she had finally emerged, the transformation she had undergone was immediately apparent.

All eyes turned toward her.

Even the Curse Eaters, warriors who had witnessed countless wonders over billions of years, could not hide the awe that filled their hearts as they sensed the power emanating from her.

Her aura flooded the sky and earth with the authority of the Seven Deadly Sins.

The forces surrounding her did not radiate wickedness or depravity. Instead, they had returned to their purest origins, becoming fundamental aspects of existence itself.

For an Alpha Omega True Depravita, that was not really impressive, as all those who had reached that realm had long ago overcome their nature.

Yet there was something fundamentally different about the power she carried.

What truly astonished everyone was the flawless harmony between those seven powers.

Each aspect had been purified to perfection, refined until not a single flaw remained. Pride, Wrath, Greed, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth no longer opposed one another. They moved together in absolute balance, creating a synergy so profound that it pushed her path toward a transcendent evolution.

Meylin slowly raised Longinus and turned her gaze toward the approaching Storm of the Root.

Nito’s Samsara Eye narrowed as he saw the energy gather around the women’s sword. It was a power that did not fall behind Samsara Force or the Power of Chaos. However, there was no room for hesitation, so he sent the command.

Although the Storm of the Root could detect the uniqueness around Meylin, the orders of Nito were absolute. The faces across the abomination scream in agony and hatred as they lunged forward, ready to crush the women and everybody else.

The monstrous sea of flesh and corruption seemed capable of swallowing the entire battlefield, yet not a trace of fear appeared in her eyes.

Meylin took a deep breath, and then she swung her sword.

Seven-colored light erupted from the blade, illuminating heaven and earth. However, before the radiance could spread, the seven colors merged together into a single force, transforming into a magnificent starlight flame.

The moment that flame appeared, the entire world seemed to freeze.

It was the ultimate manifestation of the emotional and psychic spectrum.

It was the pinnacle of life’s growth and evolution.

It was the force that pushed potential beyond its limits and allowed mortals to challenge the impossible.

It was the power that had driven every great warrior to rise after defeat and continue moving forward despite despair.

A profound light appeared in Meylin’s eyes as she spoke.

"Flame of Hope."

The starlight flame instantly expanded, becoming a blazing sun of seven-colored radiance before crashing directly into the Storm of the Root.

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The moment the Flame of Hope collided with the Storm of the Root, the entire battlefield shook.

The storm was a monstrosity born from countless Champions and High Lords of the Root, an amalgamation of flesh, corruption, hatred, and agony that had endured the destruction of the Root Worlds themselves. Its vitality had reached a level that jumped into the Fourth Realm, making it almost impossible to destroy through conventional means.

Yet the force Meylin wielded was its natural opposite.

The starlight flame expanded the instant contact was made, spreading across the surface of the Storm of the Root like a tide of radiant stars. The countless mouths embedded within the flesh storm released horrifying screams as smoke began rising from every inch of its body.

For the first time since its birth, the Storm of the Root felt true pain, all the way to its soul.

"ROOOOOOOOAAAARRRR!"

Its colossal body convulsed violently as millions of tons of corrupted flesh were consumed by the starlight flame. Entire regions of the abomination disintegrated into particles of light before vanishing completely.

The Storm of the Root attempted to resist.

Massive tendrils erupted from its body.

Endless rivers of corruption surged forward.

The faces of the fallen High Lords screamed with rage as they unleashed all the power they possessed.

Unfortunately for them, the Flame of Hope was not merely a source of destruction.

It was a force of transcendence.

It purified.

It evolved.

It elevated all things beyond their limitations.

The corruption filling the Storm of the Root was burned away layer after layer as the starlight flame penetrated deeper into its body.

Finally, unable to withstand the overwhelming force any longer, the gigantic abomination was blasted backward.

Its enormous body crashed through the sky like a broken continent, tearing apart clouds and generating hurricanes powerful enough to flatten entire mountain ranges.

Shock filled the battlefield.

Neither the Alliance nor the Curse Eaters had expected the seemingly unstoppable Storm of the Root to be pushed back so decisively.

The seven-colored radiance around Meylin only grew brighter.

Her wings expanded across the heavens.

The seven realms contained within them seemed to come alive as immeasurable psychic power flooded the battlefield.

The warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance felt that power immediately.

Their exhaustion faded.

Their doubts disappeared.

Their hearts began to burn.

The Flame of Hope was not only directed toward enemies.

It also nourished allies.

It ignited courage.

It strengthened determination.

It transformed fear into resolve.

One after another, the warriors of the Alliance felt their battle will surge to unprecedented heights.

Their Chimera Wills roared.

Their eyes burned with fighting spirit.

Even warriors who had been pushed onto the defensive suddenly found themselves standing taller.

The battlefield itself seemed to shift.

The momentum that had belonged to the Curse Eaters was being ripped away.