The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2461 Fourth Realm Asura Form? (I)

"BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!"

A tremendous burst of white flames erupted fiercely, overwhelming the whole region and surging in all directions. The sheer force of it could instill terror even in the Alpha-Omega Overgod.

However, the ground remained intact.

The foliage stayed unbroken.

The heavens showed no signs of quaking.

Whatever the white flames contacted merely turned solid and immobile.

The very movement of substances was compelled into total immobility. Tiny particles came to a stop. Vitality halted its flow. The breeze itself froze, trapped in a quiet, unchanging instant.

A single silhouette persisted in motion.

The infiltrator from the Royal Blutliline lineage slammed hard into the terrain, gouging a lengthy furrow through the soil. Blood streaked behind him, spilling from a grievous gash that ran from his shoulder to his midsection.

In spite of the wound's gravity, the individual swiftly regained his composure. He pushed himself into a standing position and assumed a combat posture, his eyes fixed on the distant form.

There stood the opponent.

A youth bearing fiery crimson eyes and azure plasma wings that emanated temporal might. Clad in complete battle armor, he held a dark blade enveloped in pale inferno.

"Without this armor, that strike would have ravaged my vital organs." A grave gleam passed through the spy's gaze as he grasped the immense potency behind the foe's weapon.

He went by Aerion, a master of covert operations. Leveraging his Ancestor Power, he had infiltrated numerous realms and territories undetected, perpetually outmaneuvering adversaries.

This encounter, though, proved unique.

"I failed to detect his presence. That defies logic. I even sensed the stealthy advance of His Highness... so what went wrong here?"

Doubts surged in Aerion's thoughts, yet he shoved them away. His focus intensified, and his energy gathered densely around his form.

Just a single objective held importance at present.

He must eliminate the threat before any allies could arrive.

Via the Aspect of Resonance linked to the Flow, the Scarlet King discerned the strain and swirling ideas in Aerion's head, prompting a subtle grin to form on his face.

Though he possessed a solid reason for confronting the spy solo, he had zero intention of summoning aid. Success in his scheme demanded he vanquish the intruder by himself, hidden from observers, and crucially, claim the fragment the spy carried.

With no delay, the Scarlet King clenched the Blade of the End of Time, activated Null Eternum, and lunged ahead.

Yet as he initiated his assault, Aerion lifted his palm, aimed directly at him, and balled it into a fist.

Much like the earlier Blood Avatar—

Cain came to an abrupt standstill.

"Now's my opening," Aerion mused, his eyes alight with murderous resolve. "As he puzzles over my Ancestor Power, I'll—"

His musings cut off suddenly.

"What in the world are these violet strands?"

Curiosity laced Cain's words.

Everywhere around his body, innumerable slender purple filaments coiled over his limbs, chest, and skull, securing him firmly in position.

Aerion's eyes bulged in astonishment.

He couldn't fathom the words he heard.

In his native realm, his Ancestor Power ranked among the most enigmatic and lethal gifts. Its prime advantage lay in its unseen nature. Victims perished without ever noticing the threads he wielded, deceived to their end.

But this stranger—an utter unknown—had not just detected

them.

He perceived them visually.

And prior to Aerion's further response—

Cain squeezed the hilt of his sword.

The pale flames blazed brighter.

The violet threads fractured.

The restraints crumbled as Cain escaped and pressed on with his rush.

Horror and fear gripped Aerion's expression. He pulled back at once,

unleashing additional threads to bind his adversary.

However, Cain severed them all.

Repeatedly.

And he pressed onward relentlessly.

Aerion clenched his jaw and shifted strategies without pause.

"Ancestor Art: Sundering Karma!"

Upon his invocation, thick bunches of purple filaments erupted from his fingertips and hurtled forth with alarming velocity, cleaving through all obstacles in their way.

The atmosphere ripped open.

The earth cracked wide.

Unseen edges swarmed the field of combat.

Cain's gaze sharpened as peril mounted. Nonetheless, he refused to withdraw. The energy coursing via the Blade of the End of Time grew fiercer while he sliced apart each incoming thread. The strands proved fatal mainly due to their invisibility. Typical foes had to depend solely on gut feeling for survival.

Cain faced no such obstacle.

To his sight, those threads shone as vividly as the soil underfoot. Aerion assailed without mercy, deploying barrage after barrage of karmic filaments, yet he failed to halt the Scarlet King.

Cain powered through.

Moments later, he closed the gap.

The sword gleamed.

A profound, crimson X gashed across Aerion's torso.

Agony contorted Aerion's features, but the ensuing attack proved even more devastating.

Cain's unoccupied hand thrust out and hit the crux where the slashes met.

Pale flames burst forth.

The Eternum Flame consumed Aerion's entire form.

Cain's grin expanded, assurance gleaming in his stare.

Beyond the grievous bodily harm, the blow had infused Aerion's flesh and spirit with Quietus Force. This essence would immobilize his atomic vibrations and seal the essence of his soul in frozen stasis.

Even entities rivaling the Heartcream King or the Evernight Queen would falter against such an affliction.

"He possessed real might," Cain reflected steadily, "yet oddly, his Ancestor Power faltered against me for some cause."

He dismissed further pondering with a shake of his head, readying for his following action.

But prior to executing it, a pulse resounded with the fury of a thousand detonating stars.

Ere Cain could respond, the cascade of pale flames encircling Aerion detonated violently.

In the subsequent moment—

A punch collided with Cain's helm.

The force proved crushing.

The plating buckled inward, flinging the Scarlet King rearward; he tumbled wildly over the surface, etching a vast gouge into the dirt while soaring through the air.