The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2324 Meylin's Redemption Incarnation!

"Redemption Incarnation!" Meylin roared, pouring every bit of her remaining vitality into the cry. At that moment, the hidden lineage of her Supreme Race finally awakened, triggering a profound transformation.

She drifted in the firmament like a reborn fallen seraph. Her dark tresses trailed behind her, shimmering with starlight as if she were draped in the night sky itself. Seven pairs of wings erupted from her back—not made of feathers, but vast, celestial structures pulsing with shifting hues that rippled like fractured space. These wings served as sealed portals to foreign realms, housing the dormant powers of the Seven Sins.

As those wings beat, the air was stained with fleeting bursts of wrathful crimson, envious green, and prideful gold, like bleeding reflections from alternate dimensions.

Her dark, sophisticated armor remained intact, designed specifically to contain the turbulent tides of power surging within her. Ethereal blue bindings coiled around her torso and limbs, serving as stabilizers to keep her balanced against the corruptive energies of sin threatening to consume her soul. Her expression became tranquil yet pitiless—the gaze of a sovereign who ruled over sin rather than a victim enslaved by it. She had become a living conduit where the Seven Sins converged.

Atena’s gaze sharpened instantly. She sensed the sheer magnitude of this evolution. Even more unsettling were the cosmic laws radiating from the True Depravita—laws that sent instinctive alarms screaming through Atena’s consciousness.

Clenching her fists, she coated both arms in obsidian energy. This reinforcement bolstered her durability and amplified her strength, proving she was now taking this confrontation with absolute seriousness.

The two combatants locked eyes. For a heartbeat, the world around them vanished—the forests, the clouds, and the volcanic earth ceased to exist. Only their opponent remained. Then, with explosive force, they both charged.

"BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM."

A series of thunderous detonations rang out as fist met steel. Every collision sent shockwaves through the area, gouging massive craters into the bedrock beneath. The very foundation of the landscape fractured and trembled.

Atena exhibited terrifying martial prowess, weaving through Meylin’s blade strikes and parrying what she could not dodge. Her physical resilience was nearly peerless; even under the destructive power of the twin swords, Hell and the Abyss, Meylin’s strikes only managed to leave shallow gashes in Atena’s obsidian-coated skin.

However, a True Depravita dealt more than just physical harm. With every cut, psychic energy surged from Meylin’s edges into Atena’s mind, attempting to rot her spirit and erode her sanity. Yet, Atena’s mental fortitude proved as unbreakable as her body. She endured the onslaught without losing her focus, her psyche showing no signs of cracking.

Though Meylin’s speed and power were climbing at an exponential rate, she was taking heavy damage in return. Each time those obsidian fists connected, flesh tore and bones shattered. However, her regeneration was as rapid as the injuries she sustained. She did not falter; instead, her wings blazed with increasing light as her power ascended in violent intervals.

Her combat style evolved with every clash. The essence of the Original Sins flooded her system, making her more ruthless, faster, and stronger. She harvested the ambient energy of the battlefield, funneling it into her muscles and the sharp edges of her twin blades. Because her movements were dictated by a chaotic cycle of sinful instincts rather than logic, Atena’s mind-reading could not foresee her path. Even Meylin was unaware of which pattern would emerge next. The two women traded blows with mounting savagery until Atena finally spotted a lapse in defense. Her hand plunged directly into the True Depravita’s chest.

Instead of recoiling in agony, a blood-stained smirk crossed Meylin’s face. Her muscles clamped down on Atena’s trapped arm, pinning her in place and preventing any escape.

Her wings flared with brilliance, redirecting the energy of seven sealed dimensions into her swords. At point-blank range, Meylin detonated everything she had.

The impact was total, hurling Atena backward and sending her spinning through the sky before the concentrated power spiraled into a vortex of annihilation, seeking to swallow her whole.

The woman with violet eyes gritted her teeth, disregarding the new wounds opening across her frame. She unleashed a violent burst of obsidian energy to shatter the cage. But before she could break free, the Enlightened One manifested.

Positioned directly above the cyclone, he summoned a towering golden Buddha. He had not been a mere spectator. While the women fought, he had concentrated every remaining shred of his physical and spiritual Cultivation into one final strike—emptying his mind to bypass thought-reading. He caught Atena completely off guard as he brought his staff down with everything he possessed.

The blow hammered Atena into the earth and dragged the destructive tornado down with her. The resulting explosion was cataclysmic, shattering the volcanic terrain and vaporizing entire ridges of molten rock. Even for the resilient Origin Island, a blast of such scale was shocking. The earth groaned and shook for a full minute before the dust finally began to settle.

As the haze dissipated, Atena rose slowly from the shattered ground. Her eyes glowed with a freezing intensity. Her body was a map of injuries—fractures, burns, deep cuts, and areas where Depravita energy had bored into her very bones. Despite the state of her body, her will to fight remained undiminished.

However, when she surveyed the ruins, Meylin and the Enlightened One were nowhere to be found.

The frost in Atena’s eyes deepened. She lifted a hand, her energy beginning to swell once more. But before she could activate her next technique, she paused. With a slow exhale, she forced herself to find center. Her racing heart slowed, and the obsidian coating faded from her skin.

Though covered in bleeding wounds, she relaxed and allowed the natural energy of the island to permeate her body, beginning the healing process. While not instantaneous, the recovery was efficient; it appeared a few hours of rest would restore her to her peak condition.

"I should search for the others," Atena whispered to herself. "Perhaps they can provide the answers I need."

With her path decided, she vanished into the horizon.