The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2392 The death of the Scarlet King (V)

"There has to be a way... something to get me away from here..."

Intense fire blazed in Cain's gaze while he poured all his efforts into hunting for an escape route, yet nothing surfaced. The most dreadful aspect was how each passing instant without cracking this trial only amplified his dire straits to unimaginable levels.

With every tick of time lacking a fix, he aged further, his life force draining away at a terrifying pace.

At last, when the seventh day dawned, the Scarlet King tumbled to the floor, his limbs unable to bear his own burden anymore.

The ravages of time had started eroding his bodily prowess and vitality. His power ebbed away swiftly, rendering any trek across the World Forge amid the savage onslaught of the Universe Will utterly unattainable.

"I... lost."

Tremors shook Cain's words as a void engulfed his mind. All routes, notions, and frantic options got devoured by a crushing shadow poised to swallow him entirely.

"BOY!"

Right when all appeared doomed and hope lay in utter ruins, the System Spirit's call resounded in his head, hitting him with such impact that it snapped him back to the present.

Apex sensed the stares boring through the fissures in the enormous door at his back, their weight choking, signaling he must stay out of it.

The message rang loud and clear. Should Cain fail to uncover the answer by himself, he deserved to perish in solitude.

Still, the System Spirit held his stare steady while he uttered his words.

"Your flesh might not escape this spot," Apex stated evenly, "but your Primordial Essence-the heart of your spirit-can."

Cain's breathing hitched.

"It can depart from here," Apex went on, "and along the way, purge every curse and imprint."

Shock flared wide in Cain's eyes. He'd hunted frantically for mere getaway, yet this offered far beyond. It promised not just endurance, but total cleansing.

"How?" Cain queried, his tone quivering while he clung to the lifeline of survival. Of coming back. Of sparing his kin and comrades from doom.

The sharp scrutiny from beyond the door grew fiercer, bearing down in quiet rage, yet Apex betrayed no doubt.

"The Flow," Apex declared. "Blend your Primordial Essence into it. Unite with the stream linking every element across the cosmos."

"BOOOOOM!"

The portal shuddered fiercely from a mighty strike beyond, the chains of violet flames and white and black bolts clanging as though ready to shatter. Yet Apex stood resolute.

"I detect you've touched it before," he pressed on. "I realize it seems like certain death-and truthfully, your odds aren't favorable. Survival demands those in the Fourth Realm."

Apex held still for the briefest instant.

"Yet you'll need to defy that norm."

Each phrase seared deep into Cain's consciousness.

His fingers quivered as recollections rose-of the Eighth Ring in the Scarlet King's Sacred Dimension, of that boundless torrent that had engulfed him wholly, dissolving his being until nothing

lingered. Back then, only the Mark of the Red King had saved him, and now it was lost.

Even with his sense of self at the pinnacle of the Third Realm, the idea of plunging back into that abyss stirred pure terror.

It screamed of self-destruction.

The Scarlet King fixed his sight on the overhead void for long moments.

Then laughter burst from him.

A bold, defiant grin stretched over his weathered features.

"Doing nothing means death anyway," he grumbled. "So... screw it."

Cain hauled his withered frame straight and settled into a contemplative

stance, gradually shutting his lids. The wisdom, perception, and grasp needed for this ritual stood etched in his True

Name. He grasped precisely where to start.

Enduring through it, though, was a whole different gamble.

Shadow cloaked the void of stars in the city.

Next, faint rivulets of golden radiance started to appear.

Initially, just a handful emerged. Then others joined. And still more.

Before long, the whole metropolis gleamed like a brilliant starfield as myriad golden flows rushed to the elder figure in its midst. The glow didn't just encircle Cain-it fused into him, blending with his core

being.

The rivulets lifted skyward.

Cain's mortal shell stayed put while a human-like silhouette, crafted from the Scarlet King's most refined and profound core, rose forth. His Primordial Essence soared, borne aloft by the Flow's own might.

Cain's gaze stretched in awe at his authentic shape ascending.

He sensed his core linking to a domain free of terror, free of anxiety,

free of horror. A space tying all together-where each entity across the cosmos formed a single, infinite rhythm.

This bond outshone even the Power of

Chaos!

Yet prior to grasping the sheer immensity of that power,

he and the golden sheen faded from the shadowed metropolis, shifting to a realm past the material world's grasp.

Left in the wake stood a withered form.

Devoid of awareness and identity, it retained horrifying might. Its pulse thrummed constant. And instead of decaying,

it started to renew.

With the piece of Cain bearing the hexes and death seals departed, the shell could at last mend without hindrance.

In the depths of the soul realm, Apex permitted a faint grin as he observed the form mending. Cain required a container for his comeback,

after all.

But concern swiftly overtook that grin.

Uniting with the Flow would truly strip away all hexes and seals from Cain's spirit-and elevate him beyond his prior state. Yet the ordeal held perils beyond imagination. Even a heavenly genius brimming with unyielding resolve like Cain might fall inside.

"Aah... best wishes, lad," Apex breathed quietly.

Thus, he sealed his eyes and lingered, brushing aside the enraged stare piercing from the portal's gaps behind-eyes brimming with fury over his rebellion.