The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2307 Taking care of the Prophetess

The Fourth Realm’s white, unforgiving sun bore witness to another brutal clash between the Freedom Path and the Life Path. Heat waves rippled across the ravaged plains, distorting the atmosphere into shimmering bands of light as combatants unleashed their powers upon one another.

The air was thick with the sounds of battle: roars of desperation mixed with the tearing of space rifts, eruptions of annihilation flame, and the heavy clang of divine armor against bone. Every warrior fought with absolute resolve, channeling every drop of energy through strained meridians in a frantic bid to crush their enemies.

However, one fighter remained composed.

While others bled and exerted themselves, Cain practiced conservation. He refined his movements to the absolute minimum—using precise footwork and efficient pulses of power without wasting a single flourish. His sole objective was to keep the Alpha-Omega Overgod Prototype suppressed.

No one else on this field of slaughter could endure a direct confrontation with it—not for a few minutes, let alone hours. Consequently, Cain’s restraint went unquestioned. Every ArchDeity understood that the Life Path still held a chance at victory as long as the Prototype was kept at bay.

Time dragged on until exhaustion set in. As the fifth hour arrived, both armies stumbled back, their reserves completely spent. Led by Crowley, the Freedom Path’s forces had held out just long enough. Fearing catastrophic losses if they pushed further, the Skull Lord was forced to retreat. The order vibrated through the command channels, tasting of bitterness but carrying the weight of necessity.

The result was a stalemate.

There was no cheering or victory, yet despair was absent as well. Despite the failure to annihilate Crowley’s legions and seize the continent, not a single ArchDeity under the Life Path’s banner had been lost.

With pragmatic stoicism, the high command accepted the turn of events. They would recuperate. They would strike again. To them, time was an infinite resource.

The Life Path soldiers withdrew from the frontlines with disciplined efficiency, their ranks entirely intact.

Far from the carnage, within a secret sanctuary protected by layers of forbidden runes, a figure cloaked in a mantle of light observed their exit.

The shroud hid her features, leaving only her eyes visible: two pale orbs brimming with calculation, greed, and uncertainty. The Prophetess peered into the Divination Pool, a massive basin filled with liquid starlight that mirrored the retreating armies. As her gaze landed on the Scarlet King, her expression darkened with a hidden emotion.

A shiver of intuition struck her—a warning she could neither understand nor ignore.

She had tried countless times to chart the Scarlet King’s future, searching through every potential timeline and quantum divergence to find his true motives. Yet, any divination regarding him dissolved into static, as if the very fabric of reality refused to record Cain’s path.

Only once, after performing numerous sacrifices to bolster her Cultivation and sight, had she glimpsed anything at all, and the vision had been horrifying.

“Those eyes... what are those red eyes?”

The vision bought by that sacrifice consisted only of a pair of colossal red eyes—vast enough to drown the heavens, merciless enough to consume all of creation, and patient enough to outlive entire civilizations. The mere memory of it made her tremble.

Regaining control of her breathing, she looked back at Cain’s distant form. The more mysterious he became, the more she craved to tear open his future—to manipulate it and force it to serve her designs.

But as that desire peaked, Cain’s figure paused in the sky and turned around.

Shock washed over her face. The Scarlet King—though flying away with the retreating Life Path—seemed to be staring straight at her through the Divination Pool. And then, he offered a faint smile.

Before she could comprehend the absurdity of that look, her fortress shook violently. The hidden formations—the barriers, the dimensional veils, and the cloaking fields—howled before shattering like glass. A scarlet comet screamed down from the heavens and struck the stronghold, obliterating half the structure in a volcanic explosion of fire and stone.

“Impossible!” she shrieked, reeling back as dust and psychic pressure flooded the room.

The smoke cleared to reveal a figure stepping out of the glowing embers—scarlet eyes burning, plasma wings spread wide, and bone-spikes protruding from his limbs.

She might not have been able to see his future, but she believed she could always track his present. She had been absolutely certain that the Scarlet King was miles away with the Life Path army. The image in the Divination Pool should have been undeniable.

Yet the reality stood before her, radiating heat in the wreckage. She had been hoodwinked. Tricked. And now, death was within reach.

Terror transformed into clarity, and clarity became survival instinct.

“Ten seconds. I just need ten seconds.”

Her eyes flashed with a manic will to live. She smashed the crystalline sigil on her hand, breaking the divine transmitter—a signal that even the Supercomputer Assistant was unable to block. Simultaneously, two defensive measures were unleashed.

Runes carved into the stone, metal, and very air of the broken castle ignited in a synchronized pulse. A gravitational tempest exploded outward, slamming into Cain with the weight of entire continents, pinning him down like the hand of a god.

At the same time, the Divination Pool shattered into thousands of droplets, each one morphing into an astral clone of the Prophetess. They flooded the hall, possessing identical auras and expressions—thousands of decoys with thousands of false signatures.

“RUMBLE.”

The intense gravitational force enveloped Cain, attempting to bury him under unimaginable mass. Half the clones swarmed him to block his sight, while the others fled into the fortress tunnels—any one of them could be the original.

Cain’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face at the sight of the runic formation.

“This could actually hold an Early Alpha-Omega Overgod,” he remarked softly. He gave a brief nod of respect, followed by a small, mocking grin.

“And it might have worked—last week.”

Power surged through his body. His muscles ignited with the light of pure destruction. The space around him began to groan.

“CRACK.”

The formation crumbled under his sheer physical might—runes shattered and gravitational anchors snapped. Cain walked forward effortlessly, shaking off the pressure like dust. Breaking the trap was only the beginning; he still had to find the true Prophetess before her escape, and even he couldn't pick her out from the astral crowd. Furthermore, he sensed another powerful presence approaching rapidly, drawn by her distress call.

Even so, he didn't look worried.

“Luckily,” Cain said, his wings glowing with fresh radiance, “I don’t have to pick out the real one. They are all linked.”

He smiled as his scarlet eyes glowed with intensity, and he struck the nearest clone.