The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2445 Facing the Fourth Realm (I)

Cain drew in a deep breath while ascending high above the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

Beneath him, Morningstar, Satan, and Hades stayed submerged in the

crimson waves. Their faces remained icy and devoid of feeling, but the vast power building within them stood poised to burst forth instantly should the need arise.

From the distant horizon, three silhouettes approached.

Yet, just one among them captured Cain's full focus.

The figure in the middle exuded an aura of such dominance that the heavens quaked beneath its weight. The ground far below split and heaved, as though a vast legion stormed across existence instead of merely one person.

It wasn't long before the group arrived at the edge of the swelling blood sea.

At their forefront stood the Heartcram King himself.

His stare pierced sharply and icily, fixing upon Cain. With a faint motion, he directed the pair of Royal Blutlinie trailing him to hold their position as he moved forward by himself.

Cain's gaze sharpened.

"He possesses great strength. Far surpassing Eonar at his strongest. One slip from me... and death could claim me."

Without delay, the Blade at the End of Times materialized in his grasp. The Omen of Time coursed through his veins, heightening his awareness, honing his mind, and boosting his agility to the point where he could command even the tiniest shifts on the field of combat.

The Heartcram King stayed equally vigilant.

As soon as Cain unleashed his ability, he detected the warp in time's current surrounding the area. His gut instinct blared an alert—if he ventured too near, he'd tumble into a hidden realm where the Scarlet King dominated completely.

Holding a cautious gap, the king addressed him.

"It required effort, but I uncovered details about you. The intellect orchestrating the Ocean of the Blood Sun—the force that consumed the

Aztorus and Kalous Kingdoms."

Cain felt no shock.

He had disclosed his moniker, and for a sovereign of the Heartcram Kingdom, linking the emergence of the Blood King to the Scarlet King's saga wouldn't prove challenging.

After a short pause, Cain inclined his head, clenching his sword tighter.

"Indeed. And you lead the realm bold enough to meddle in my journey... Abraham."

A sly gleam sparked in Cain's eyes.

"Your Ancestor Power bestows a Water Body. A basic gift, frequently dismissed. But you pushed it past its boundaries. You wielded it to slay your sibling and claim the crown."

Abraham's face stayed unchanged—though the chill in his eyes plunged at once.

The reference to his brother's demise didn't faze him. What unsettled him ran deeper.

The insight into his Ancestor Power.

For any Royal Blutlinie, the Ancestor Power formed the heart of their might. Though Omens and skills might broaden their prowess, the inherited force shaped their core essence. This explained the fierce secrecy enveloping such gifts.

In combat, lack of knowledge spelled doom.

The clash with Cain and the frozen trio moons ago had demonstrated that truth.

"Evidently, my subjects shared too freely," Abraham replied with frost in his tone.

Cain offered no reply.

In reality, nobody had uttered a word. He had merely delved into their essences.

Naturally, he'd never disclose that secret.

Nor would he admit that should the fight sour, he stood ready to incinerate every soul he'd collected and deploy the Soul

Sundering Technique capable of ending the Heartcram King.

A surge of murderous aura flared around Abraham briefly.

Then, in the same instant, it faded away.

All traces of feeling vanished from his features, replaced by cool, precise reckoning.

"I delved into the incidents sparking that slaughter," Abraham stated. "Had I stood in your shoes... I'd have acted likewise."

Cain's hold on the Blade at the End of Times grew firmer.

That answer stirred greater discomfort in him than fury ever could.

Those fueled by wrath proved simple to sway.

Individuals who held steady composure amid every cause for loathing posed a deadlier threat.

"Frankly," Abraham went on, "I hold little regard for common Blutlinie. Yet you felled three Royal Blutlinie. Such a loss demands my attention."

While he uttered those words, his Ancestor Eye started to shimmer.

The heavens creaked as though some unseen force bore down upon creation.

Cain's Ancestor Eye blazed to life in kind.

In that flash, the air's sound-carrying ripples lagged and twisted, like time growing denser. The clash of their dual auras intensified, scraping together with mounting force. The strain grew so profound that the three Royal Guards in the sea—and the two Royal Blutlinie on land—couldn't suppress their grave looks.

Abraham perceived the essence of Cain's Ancestor Power, and his senses shrieked of the peril it embodied.

Still, no dread showed in his gaze.

"I demand recompense for their passing," Abraham declared. "My kingdom cannot suffer harm without reprisal. Else, I'd draw mockery across the lands."

Cain's eyes tightened.

Negotiation remained possible.

He harbored no dread of conflict—but sidestepping a showdown with a figure like Abraham marked the shrewder choice.

"What course do you suggest?" Cain inquired.

Abraham inhaled steadily, easing his aura's oppressive weight on purpose.

"You plundered the treasuries of the Aztorus and Kalous Kingdoms. Inside lay various artifacts and cultivation methods that have long intrigued me."

His stare grew keener.

"Surrender them, and I'll view it as a gesture of sincerity. Our strife concludes now."

Cain observed the man intently.

Trading some riches to avert war with a force like the Heartcram Kingdom seemed a fair bargain.

Wealth could always be reclaimed later. Once Cain amassed enough might to slay the man, he'd seize it anew.

He was on the verge of responding—

When his face shifted.

His eyes flared wide.

Every fiber in his frame stiffened.

At that exact instant, Abraham responded too.

Both turned their heads abruptly, staring up at the heavens overhead.