The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2475: Cain, Noah, and...

Once the army of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance had withdrawn far from the fused Worlds of the Root, the oppressive aura of bloodshed and madness began to fade. The energy of the void grew calmer. The suffocating pressure that had gnawed at their minds loosened, allowing the warriors to breathe, to steady their thoughts, and to finally feel the rising thrill of survival.

They had endured.

They had pushed the Root back.

For the first time in a long while, victory did not feel distant.

But that fragile sense of relief lasted only a moment.

The universe trembled.

The distortion spread outward like ripples across an invisible ocean, subtle at first, then rapidly intensifying. Space twisted. Laws bent. Reality itself seemed to shiver under an approaching presence.

Immediately, the most powerful figures of the Alliance turned toward Meylin.

The phenomenon felt eerily similar to the one that had accompanied her arrival.

The True Depravita of Original Sin stood in silence, her expression complicated. There was no surprise in her eyes—only conflict. Hesitation. Wariness.

She knew who was coming.

The tremors grew stronger and stronger until a sharp, shattering sound echoed across the void—like glass breaking between layers of existence.

A fracture appeared in reality.

Then it opened.

A vast portal formed in the distance, and beyond it lay a realm that stole the breath of every being who gazed upon it.

It was a world of indescribable beauty.

Light flowed like water. Countless luminous streams connected everything within it. It was a realm of perfect harmony, where all things were linked within a single vast current.

Unity. Order. Balance.

It was breathtaking.

And terrifying.

Because everyone who saw it understood the same truth:

If they entered that realm, they would never leave.

Then, from that perfect world, someone stepped out.

He appeared to be a young man with white hair and crimson eyes. He wore simple white clothing, elegant yet unassuming, and at his waist rested two firearms. His expression was gentle—radiant, even—and he carried himself with a relaxed confidence that felt completely at odds with the overwhelming pressure emanating from his existence.

"Scarlet... King..."

Some of the warriors whispered the words without thinking. Awe filled their eyes. Devotion began to rise in their hearts.

"He is not Cain."

Anark’s voice cut across the void, sharp and absolute.

The surge of emotion halted.

The True Primordial of the Void stared at the young man, his fists silently clenching.

"He is the Crimson Exarch," Anark continued. "The man who reached the peak of the Crimson World."

The young man’s eyes sharpened slightly at those words, but his smile did not fade. If anything, it widened as he turned his attention toward Anark.

"It seems Cain told you about me."

Anark took a slow breath. The pressure radiating from the Exarch was unlike anything he had felt before. It was not merely power—it was presence, layered with logic, perception, and an unsettling clarity.

If he spoke carelessly, Anark had the distinct feeling he would be led into a web of reasoning from which there would be no escape.

"Cain told me you are his brother," Anark said.

Ripples spread through the ranks of the Alliance. Meylin’s existence had never been a secret, but this was different. Even the highest figures of the Scarlet Kingdom looked stunned.

But Anark did not stop.

"He also told me," the True Primordial continued, his voice steady, "that you are someone I should never truly trust. Someone who would stab me in the back if it helped you achieve your goal."

Shock swept through the army.

The crimson glow in the young man’s eyes carried a strange pull. Many felt an instinctive urge to lower their heads, to follow, to believe. But as Anark spoke, faint scarlet lights flickered within their own eyes—safeguards left behind by Cain, shielding their minds.

The Crimson Exarch noticed.

He understood immediately what had happened. If Cain could cross universes, then naturally he would prepare defenses in case his brother ever did the same.

Yet instead of anger or offense, the young man burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

The sound carried genuine amusement. No irritation. No hostility.

When the laughter faded, he looked back at Anark.

"Yes," he said easily. "You are exactly right. In order to achieve my goal, I did pierce my brother’s heart."

The army stiffened.

"But tell me," he continued calmly, turning his gaze toward Meylin, "what did that accomplish?"

Meylin remained silent for a moment before answering.

"He helped Cain fuse his two supreme racial inheritances," she said. "He evolved into a higher life form—beyond Depravitas, Primordials, and Neo-Demons. That allowed us to defeat the great enemy in a decisive battle that affected the entire universe."

A murmur spread through the Alliance.

Was that not exactly what they needed now? Someone capable of forcing growth. Someone willing to take extreme measures to defeat an enemy threatening all existence.

The Crimson Exarch smiled faintly, sensing the shift.

"You don’t need to trust my words," he said. "Judge me by my actions."

He gestured lightly toward Meylin.

"I brought her back to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. I helped her grow stronger by allowing her to glimpse the majesty of the endless current of the Flow—at great cost to my own soul. And you can clearly see that she does not like me... and that she would gladly give her life for this universe."

The words settled heavily.

The warriors did not trust him.

But they trusted Meylin.

She was the wife of the Scarlet King. And anyone who held Cain’s trust was someone they could stake their lives on.

Anark’s eyes narrowed.

He could see what the Exarch was doing—guiding perception without forcing it, shaping conclusions through truth rather than deception.

And that made him more dangerous, not less.

Because every word he had spoken so far was accurate.

But Anark had lived long enough to understand a simple fact:

Truth could be the most effective tool of manipulation.

After a moment, the True Primordial spoke.

"We should speak in private, Crimson Exarch."

"Of course," the young man replied immediately with a nod.

Then he added, almost casually, "By the way, you should use my real name. You’ve already heard it."

Anark frowned slightly.

Then he remembered the golden rain. The voice that had echoed across the universe.

"Noah?"

"YES!" the young man shouted brightly.

The warriors of the alliance glared at each other as they began to mutter the name of the brothers.

Noah laughed again, an amused expression crossing his face as he noticed their reactions.

"Hahaha! I know, I know. Our names sound like they came straight out of an old-world bible."

His crimson eyes softened slightly.

"Maybe it’s destiny keeping us brothers connected," he said lightly. "Cain, Noah, and..."