The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2339 Power of Chaos and Power of Order vs Power of Negation

Cain harbored no illusions about the Ancient One’s threats. He understood with grim clarity that confronting such an entity risked a permanent end—the kind of total erasure where even a True Name would vanish forever. Despite the stakes, the idea of becoming a slave was something he could never entertain. For a man of his nature, yielding was fundamentally impossible.

The Ancient One’s killing intent flared as he witnessed the frozen defiance in the Scarlet King’s gaze. His fingers tightened as shadows swirled around his palm, revealing a multitude of shifting, malicious eyes that blinked within the gloom. Just as those ocular-lined tendrils were poised to tear through Cain’s skull, a streak of golden light whistled through the air from afar.

The projectile arrived with such lethal speed and silence that the Ancient One didn't detect it until it had reached his side.

Shock washed over the Leader of the Freedom Path. Not only had the attack bypassed his senses entirely, but it had also shredded through the constant field of the Power of Negation that served as his absolute defense.

"BOOM!"

The projectile slammed into the Ancient One’s temple and ignited before he could move. The force of the detonation sent him tumbling across the landscape, his body carving a jagged canyon into the dirt. With the crushing pressure on his head finally gone, Cain inhaled sharply. His Depravita Aura flared to life, stitching his shattered skull back together as he struggled to his feet. He immediately locked his eyes on the fallen figure in the distance.

Even through the clinging shadows, the damage was undeniable.

Half of the Ancient One’s head had been completely blown away.

Cain stood paralyzed by the sight. Even after unleashing two Ragnarök strikes at point-blank range, he had only managed to inflict surface wounds on the monster. He had never come close to dealing a blow of this magnitude.

Slowly, he shifted his gaze toward the source of the shot.

A young man stood there, looking like a mirror image of Cain himself. His white hair danced in the wind, and his red eyes shimmered like celestial bodies. He gripped two firearms that hummed with golden plasma, vibrating with a resonance that echoed the very birth of the universe—a frequency that bridged all existence.

"Hello, brother."

The stranger offered Cain a wide, confident grin.

Identification was unnecessary.

This was the Crimson Exarch—Cain’s very own primordial-essence twin.

A whirlwind of conflicting feelings played across Cain’s features as he stared back. This man had just saved his life, yet his previous manipulations during their journey through the Red King’s Sacred Dimension had nearly destroyed Cain’s Neo-Demon Core. To call their bond friendly would be a lie.

Observing the wariness in Cain’s expression, the Crimson Exarch let out a soft laugh.

"I'm aware you're furious with me," he remarked. "However, my intentions were for the best."

His amusement vanished as he turned his focus toward the distant silhouette of the Ancient One, his gaze turning sharp and cold.

"We can settle our grievances later. For now, that man is the only thing that matters."

Cain followed his lead, looking toward the horizon.

The Ancient One was pulling himself up. His life force and soul energy flickered erratically—a natural consequence of losing half a head. Despite his terrifying power and near-indestructible body, he lacked a truly immortal constitution. Such a catastrophic injury was a heavy burden.

Nevertheless, his remaining eye glowed with a freezing fury as his strength surged. The Power of Negation billowed outward with unprecedented violence.

Under the heavy stares of the Scarlet King and the Crimson Exarch, the Ancient One’s skull began to reconstruct itself.

This wasn't a standard healing process.

It was as though the injury was being erased from existence—negated entirely from the fabric of reality and time.

The spectacle was chilling, fueling the dread that the Ancient One might be truly invincible.

Yet, the brothers noticed a glimmer of hope. The Ancient One’s aura and his Power of Negation had visibly dimmed. Whatever price he paid for that "rebirth," it had cost him dearly.

The Ancient One fixed his gaze on the Crimson Exarch, his remaining eye filled with pure loathing.

"You treacherous little vermin."

The Crimson Exarch gave a faint, mocking smile.

"In reality, I only aligned with you to master your specific vibrations and frequencies so I could end you," he countered smoothly. "I'm not certain 'traitor' fits. But if it helps you cope, feel free to use it."

The Ancient One’s knuckles whitened as he felt the sting of the Exarch's sarcasm. His power erupted, causing the very foundation of the earth to tremble beneath him.

Feeling the suffocating pressure radiating from their foe, the Crimson Exarch took a steadying breath.

"Wings of Order."

As the command left his lips, colossal wings of crimson plasma burst from his back. They radiated a divine authority, vibrating in harmony with the fundamental laws of the cosmos.

Cain’s eyes narrowed in surprise. This was the pinnacle of the Power of Order, the perfect polar opposite to his own Power of Chaos.

There was no room for distraction, however.

Cain gripped Sky Devourer tightly as his own Wings of Chaos flared out, their presence warping the surrounding space. The Crimson Exarch shot a quick look at Cain, his eyes widening in brief astonishment before a thin smile touched his lips.

He hadn't anticipated that Cain would have pushed the Power of Chaos to such heights.

"I have exactly one Big Crunch Shot left that is tuned to the Ancient One’s frequency," the Crimson Exarch stated, his tone turning grim. "If I miss... we're both dead."

Cain gave a short nod of understanding.

That single blast—the one that had nearly ended the fight seconds ago—was their sole path to victory. Failure meant certain death at the hands of the Ancient One.

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield.

The three combatants locked eyes, their respective powers rising to a crushing, suffocating peak—

—and then the world exploded into motion.

The earth disintegrated as all three charged, signaling the final collision between Chaos, Order, and Negation.