The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2453 The fate of Paradise's Depravita Race
Previously on The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order...
In the core of the Dark Blood Kingdom's capital city, within an expansive chamber lit by a roof that gleamed like a night sky brimming with stars, the War Council convened.
Though spacious enough to accommodate over a hundred individuals, just six Royal Blutlinie occupied the space. They gathered around a huge round table hewn from shadowy crystal, its top as polished as glass.
Even without a designated head, no one in attendance harbored thoughts of true parity. The distribution of authority in the hall was evident, with one faction wielding far greater influence than the rest.
Three chairs lined the southern edge.
A scarred-faced man claimed one, his demeanor evoking the depths of an unending sea—profound, burdensome, and overwhelming. The Heartcram King remained quiet, his stance unyielding, his presence constant and domineering.
Across from him perched a woman whose complexion was so ghostly white it bordered on colorless. She wasn't notably tall and might seem delicate upon initial view, yet the strength emanating from her form was vast and icy, akin to the serene chill of endless darkness.
Sandwiched between them was a youth bearing fiery crimson gaze. Every inhale he drew appeared faintly attuned to his surroundings, as though the principles of existence pulsed in harmony with his being.
Cain cast a quick look toward the Heartcram King, but the figure offered no reciprocation. His focus quickly moved to the ashen woman, and a contemplative, significant gleam sparked in his eyes.
"So she is the final one among the five kings who governed the Dark Blood Realm prior to my coming...
Alucar, sovereign of the Evernight Kingdom.
She could very well surpass the Heartcram King in strength."
The woman caught Cain's stare. She met it for an instant, her expression serene and inscrutable, then directed her attention ahead once more.
The Scarlet King followed suit.
Facing the group loomed the Dark Blood King. Flanking him were two formidable Royal Blutlinie.
One was a figure Cain recognized intimately.
High Lord Averus—the individual who had once tried to slay him and ended up withdrawing after a failed assault.
The second presence was far stranger.
Describing him as merely robust fell short. His enormous frame slouched, dark scales sheathing much of his flesh. Vast wings sprouted from his back, a sturdy tail protruded from his lower spine, and jet-black horns jutted from his skull. While his look was odd, bordering on beastly, it was his might that truly captivated all eyes.
His aura surpassed Averus's in thickness and intensity.
The Dark Blood King revealed a wide grin. Once he allowed the assembly a short time to quietly size each other up, he at last addressed them.
"To begin, let me offer my thanks to the Heartcram King, the Evernight Queen, and the Scarlet King for heeding my summons and joining as Generals in the Dark Blood Kingdom!"
A subtle twitch crossed the eyes of the three.
They hadn't really possessed an option.
Nevertheless, none among them risked challenging the Dark Blood King. They merely inclined their heads.
"These are my trusted aides," he went on. "General Averus and General Fausto. They rank as the mightiest fighters in my domain and, beyond doubt, the sharpest strategic thinkers at my command."
With introductions complete, the Dark Blood King's grin gradually vanished. A grave and solemn look took over as his eyes fixed on the trio of leaders.
"I'm certain you all have numerous inquiries," he stated evenly. "Thus, I'll clarify the circumstances."
He halted for a moment.
"To start, the cause behind the conflict between our domain and the Seventh and Eighth Realms is straightforward."
His gaze intensified.
"The Ancestor Tomb has emerged in the First Realm."
Instant dismay and terror flashed in the eyes of the Heartcram
King and the Evernight Queen. Their forms tensed, almost leaping up from their positions.
Cain merely creased his brow a touch.
Confusion filled his gaze.
Legends described the Ancestor as the entity that birthed the initial wave of Royal Blutlinie. Every heir bore a trace of that primordial creature's essence in their veins.
Contemplating entry into such a tomb was undoubtedly captivating.
Yet it shouldn't provoke two kings to verge on losing control.
Spotting the bewilderment in Cain's look, the Dark Blood King displayed a subtle grin.
"It appears our youthful ally lacks knowledge of the Ancestor Tomb's importance."
Averus promptly scoffed, as the Heartcram King shot Cain a frosty, scornful look.
Cain paid no heed to either and just acknowledged with a nod.
"In that case, I'll elucidate," the Dark Blood King proceeded.
"The Ancestor Tomb stands as the holiest and most remarkable domain in Paradise. Its beginnings trace over three billion years into the past."
His tone deepened.
"Tales claim the Ancestor once enticed Paradise's dominant species into that tomb... and consumed them entirely."
A hush enveloped the room.
"Upon absorbing all their essence, his form shaped the earth, his spirit shaped the heavens, and his lifeblood flowed through the Nine Realms—spawning the Royal Blutlinie."
Cain offered a slight nod, displaying curiosity and mild astonishment. Yet
buried in his thoughts lay profound astonishment. This marked the initial occasion he learned of the Ancestor's massacre of Paradise's ancient overlords to forge a fresh lineage.
Far from doubt, the disclosure merely validated his hunches.
"If this truly served as the origin of the Demon King... then Paradise's primordial rulers were the Depravita Race.
And the Ancestor engulfed them all to birth the Royal Blutlinie."
Such a realization was breathtaking.
It verified Cain's enduring theory—that Paradise constituted the cosmos that assaulted the Tenth Empyrean Suns Universe and the Crimson World eons ago, amid the disaster termed the Great War.
Following their defeat, the Ancestor opted to wipe out the Depravitas... and birth something fresh.
A lineage forged for carnage and ruin—one whose gifts and promise eclipsed even the Depravita Race.
While these notions raced through Cain's mind, an uncommon sentiment stirred
in his core.
A spark of fear as he fully comprehended the icy, merciless, and horrifying nature of the entity called the Ancestor.