The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2362 Spies from the The Tenth Empyrean World

Markin wore a charming, radiant grin as he responded to Cain’s inquiry and revealed his intentions. "My only goal is the protection of my homeland. I possess no malice, nor do I wish to bring harm to anyone present here."

Kaizer remained expressionless. Though he was clearly still brooding over the numerous concessions he had been forced to grant, he gave a resolute nod. "My objective is the security of my kingdom. I have no intention of hurting the members of this alliance."

Immediately, the attention of Cipher and the others shifted toward Cain, awaiting his reaction.

The atmosphere grew heavy as the Scarlet King’s brilliant red eyes glowed, scrutinizing the pair as if his gaze could drill into the very essence of their souls and minds.

When the group witnessed him offer a slight smile and a nod, their hearts finally settled a bit.

They didn't truly trust the duo yet, but confirming that they weren't currently plotting a betrayal was a vital step forward.

"Now that this concern is addressed," Cain remarked with composure, "we must proceed to discuss our strategy for the coming battle."

His statement commanded everyone's focus. Silence filled the room as Cain started to detail their intended path of action.

"Annihilating the World of the Root in a single offensive is beyond our current capabilities," he stated bluntly. "If we become ensnared within that world while the Wall of Fire and Flesh maintains its full power, many of us will perish."

The gathered super powerhouses nodded in solemn agreement. The Wall of Fire and Flesh was a peerless barrier—one that functioned to prevent both entry and retreat once it was sealed.

"Nevertheless," the Scarlet King went on, "standing idle is not a choice. Even if the Root's forces are currently confined to their world, that state will not persist indefinitely."

His gaze turned sharp.

"I am certain they are conspiring, much like they did regarding the gateway to the Emptiness."

The air in the chamber turned thick with tension. Every person there grasped the gravity of the situation. Delaying too long might permit the Root to orchestrate something even more catastrophic.

They could not permit the fate that befell the Abyssalcrown Empyrean World to reach their own homes.

"Therefore, we must strike," Cain declared. "The most effective course of action is to diminish the World of the Root itself."

His eyes, swirling with Chaos, burned with determination.

"I shall employ my Chaos Arts to tear a breach through the Wall of Fire and Flesh. After that, I will lead the march inside with all of you. I will deal with Robuke. You shall handle the remaining forces."

A vivid image manifested in his mind as he spoke, and that absolute certainty resonated in his tone.

"Our objective is not to seize the world in a single blow," Cain explained. "It is to inflict a wound—to damage its vitality and its psychic essence. This will be a protracted war, but as we incinerate it piece by piece, the World of the Root will lose the power required to resurrect its champions."

He took a brief moment of silence.

"Eventually, it will be backed into a corner: either forsake its powerhouses or consume its own life force to keep them standing. Regardless of the choice, we emerge victorious."

Cain stopped speaking, giving the others an opportunity to raise concerns or suggest changes. The powerhouses around the table traded looks, but ultimately, none offered a rebuttal.

The strategy was straightforward.

It was undoubtedly perilous, but it provided a transparent direction and a legitimate prospect of success.

"Then the matter is settled," Cain announced. "We shall recuperate for two weeks. That duration should suffice to heal the injuries sustained in the last confrontation."

His eyes narrowed once more.

"We claimed victory last time without losing a single life. Do not allow that success to make you careless. The Root is not an opponent to be taken lightly. Everything could shift when we meet in battle again."

He scanned the entire room with his gaze.

"Keep your battalions on high alert. Be ready for any eventualities!"

Amara, Cipher, Zephirax, Arkam, and Uriel all signaled their assent. Each offered a respectful hand-clasp toward the Scarlet King before departing to rejoin their respective people.

"This meeting has been highly revelatory, Scarlet King," Markin said, performing a deep bow. "I will head back home at once to satisfy the requirements you have set."

Wearing a self-assured smile, he walked through the shimmering golden portal.

Kaizer followed shortly after, his face grave as he gave a curt bow. "We shall collect the evil cultivators and the requested resources with all possible haste."

With those words, the Atrox sovereign returned to his own realm.

Before long, only Cain and Anark were left in the hall.

The gaze of the True Primordial of the Void stayed glued to the portals that led to the Empyrean Worlds of Markin and Kaizer. A frown gradually marred his features.

"My gut tells me something is off with those two," Anark whispered.

Cain gave a faint smile and a nod in response to his intuition.

"If my suspicions are correct, they are moles."

Anark’s eyes snapped wide, his aura becoming sharp in an instant.

"Did your senses pick up any malice or hidden hostility?"

Cain shook his head negatively.

"No. Utilizing the Power of Chaos and the Flow, I sensed only a sincere urge to safeguard their homelands. There was no enmity directed at us."

Anark looked puzzled, but Cain went on with his explanation.

"A living being's emotional spectrum is multifaceted and layered. Flashes of fury or bitterness can manifest even in those who are loyal—particularly after experiencing threats or loss of face."

His expression grew slightly more ominous.

"Even after I shamed them and hinted at a forced takeover of their worlds, I felt no resentment. That leaves only two paths. Either they are truly virtuous souls, or..."

Anark finished the sentence darkly. "They have a method to cloak their true heart from your perception."

The True Primordial of the Void’s eyes narrowed as a grim look washed over him.

"The Root?"

That was the most logical culprit. If anyone had a reason to plant spies, it was their primary foe.

Cain shook his head once more.

"Robuke, Radagon, and their ilk are incredibly formidable," he noted. "But none among them can evade my senses. There is only a single power that has managed such a feat thus far."

Understanding dawned on Anark’s face as his fists squeezed tight.

"The Tenth Empyrean World."