Novel Full Chapter 2524: Damian’s end
Chapter 2524: Damian’s end
"CRACK!"
The golden lotus fractured.
In the next instant, it shattered into countless fragments—but they did not vanish. Each piece remained suspended in the air, glowing faintly as if still bound by an unseen force.
Behind them, the massive plasma wings began to recede. Their brilliance dimmed, their size shrinking as they folded inward and settled onto the back of the Scarlet King.
Cain stood at the center of the devastation.
His eyes were cold.
Locked onto Damian.
In his pursuit of understanding—his obsession with deciphering the principles behind the Ancestor Domain—he had grown careless. He had dominated the battle for too long, and somewhere along the way, his mind had begun to underestimate the danger Damian posed.
That single lapse had forced his hand.
Forced him to reveal one of his greatest trump cards.
The Wings of Chaos.
It had taken time—countless battles, relentless refinement—but during his clash with one of the most powerful Omen Beasts of the Eight Realms, the Nine-Tailed Fox, Cain had finally restored his Power of Chaos to its highest expression.
The Wings of Chaos were not merely an augmentation.
They were authority.
Through them, he could draw upon the power of the universe itself—channeling it into raw destruction... or absolute defense.
Moments ago, he had chosen the latter.
By fusing the wings with the golden lotus, he had created a shield capable of withstanding Damian’s ultimate attack.
Cain exhaled slowly.
His shoulders relaxed as he brought calm back to his mind.
"Sooner or later, I was bound to reveal it," he muttered. "This just speeds things up."
His gaze flickered briefly toward the edge of the battlefield, where destruction still lingered, a meaningful light crossing his eyes.
Then—
It snapped back to Damian.
Focused.
Sharp.
Unwavering.
The moment Damian saw those eyes—
Fear consumed him.
Without hesitation, he turned and ran.
He knew exactly what it meant.
This was treason.
Abandoning the battlefield. Abandoning his brother.
But none of that mattered.
Better a traitor...
Than a corpse.
And truthfully, Damian felt no loyalty toward the Eternal Soul King. That throne had once been meant for him—until Shakra took it.
If his brother died here—
He would shed no tears.
Cain’s eyes narrowed as he watched the Royal Blutlinie sink into the ground, fleeing at full speed.
He extended his right hand.
The shattered fragments of the golden lotus surged toward it, gathering with razor-sharp precision. Each piece spun around his arm, radiating a deadly edge, as if they could cut through reality itself.
The Wings of Chaos flared once more.
Power flooded his body.
Then—
His Ancestor Eye ignited.
Far in the distance, a burst of white flames erupted.
The Eternum Flames that had been quietly accumulating within Damian detonated all at once.
Time slowed.
Movement froze.
For a single second—
Damian stopped.
And that was enough.
Cain moved.
He shot into the sky, then descended like a falling star—white, gold, and scarlet intertwined into a single streak of annihilation.
He struck the ground with catastrophic force.
The entire continent trembled.
Massive slabs of land—each the size of mountains—were hurled into the air by the impact. Shockwaves rippled outward, sending nearby Blutlinie flying, while even the Royal Blutlinie were forced to shield themselves from the sheer force of the blast.
Dust and flame filled the battlefield.
Then—
They cleared.
And what remained...
Silenced everything.
At the center of the crater stood the Red King.
And beneath him—
Damian.
Cain’s hand was buried deep within the man’s chest.
Damian’s eyes were wide.
Filled with disbelief.
With horror.
He tried to speak—his mouth opening in a final attempt to beg, to curse, to deny what was happening.
But no words came.
Because in the next moment—
Cain pulled his hand free.
And in it...
He held a still-beating heart.
Damian’s body went limp.
The light in his eyes faded.
Gone.
A heavy silence fell over the battlefield.
The clash between the Red King and the brother of the Eternal Soul King had ended.
And it had not been close.
Not only had Cain won—
He stood there with barely any injuries.
Aside from the earlier blow he had taken, he showed no signs of weakness. His aura remained stable, his power undiminished.
He was still at full strength.
And that realization...
Terrified the forces of the Eternal Soul Kingdom.
For a brief moment, the warriors of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom felt victory within reach.
But then—
Something unexpected happened.
The Red King sat down.
Right there, in the middle of the battlefield.
Without a word, he began refining Damian’s Ancestor Drop, devouring the vitality and residual energy left within the corpse.
His actions were calm.
Methodical.
Almost indifferent.
His gaze lifted briefly toward the sky—but it was not directed at the ongoing battle between the Royal Blutlinie.
It was fixed on the massive sphere above.
The clash of Ancestor Domains.
He had no intention of interfering.
That realization sent waves of confusion through both sides.
Because the outcome of the Royal Blutlinie battle would decide everything.
Neither Shakra nor the Nirvana Crown Prince was powerful enough to face all remaining elites alone. If Cain joined either side, the balance would collapse instantly.
And yet...
He remained still.
Watching.
Learning.
The Eternal Soul Kingdom forces did not waste the opportunity.
Their hesitation vanished.
They attacked with renewed ferocity, desperation fueling every strike.
No matter what—
They had to win before the Red King changed his mind.
As for the Knights of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom...
Their expressions darkened.
Anger burned in their eyes.
But none of them spoke.
Because they all knew—
Their opinions meant nothing to him.
Cain simply smiled beneath his mask.
As chaos engulfed the battlefield once more, he continued refining Damian’s power, his body growing stronger with every passing second.
But his true focus...
Lay elsewhere.
His mind.
His soul.
Both were immersed in the clash of Ancestor Domains above.
Observing.
Analyzing.
Understanding.
And with every second that passed—
He stepped closer... to that power.