The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2475 Cain, Noah, and...

As the forces of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance pulled back a considerable distance from the combined Worlds of the Root, the heavy vibe of carnage and frenzy started to ebb away. The void's power settled into tranquility. The smothering weight that had been eating at their psyches released its grip, permitting the fighters to draw in air, compose their spirits, and ultimately experience the mounting rush of having lived through it.

They had held on.

They had driven the Root away.

For the first time in ages, triumph seemed within reach.

Yet that tender moment of ease vanished swiftly.

The cosmos shook.

The warp expanded like waves over a hidden sea, faint initially, then quickly building in force. Space contorted. Principles warped. Existence quivered beneath an nearing force.

At once, the Alliance's top powerhouses shifted their focus to Meylin.

The event mirrored strangely the disturbance that marked her entrance.

The True Depravita of Original Sin remained quiet, her face a mix of emotions. No shock showed in her gaze-only turmoil. Doubt. Caution.

She recognized the approaching one.

The quakes intensified relentlessly until a piercing, cracking noise resounded through the emptiness-like fragile panes shattering amid planes of being.

A rift tore into reality.

Then it widened.

A massive gateway materialized afar, revealing a domain that robbed the breath from all who beheld it.

It formed a landscape of unimaginable splendor.

Illumination streamed like liquid. Innumerable glowing flows bound all elements inside. It represented a domain of flawless accord, where every element intertwined in one grand flux.

Oneness. Structure. Equilibrium.

It was awe-inspiring.

And frightening.

For all observers grasped the identical reality:

Should they step into that domain, escape would prove impossible.

Next, from that flawless realm, a figure emerged.

He looked like a youth with silver locks and blood-red gaze. He donned plain white garb, refined yet modest, and at his side hung a pair of guns. His face held a soft glow-almost shining-and he moved with an easy assurance that clashed entirely with the immense force pouring from his being.

"Scarlet... King..."

A few fighters murmured the phrase instinctively. Wonder lit their stares. Loyalty started to swell in their cores.

"He is not Cain."

Anark's tone sliced through the void, firm and final.

The wave of feeling stopped abruptly.

The True Primordial of the Void fixed his eyes on the youth, his hands tightening without a sound.

"He is the Crimson Exarch," Anark went on. "The individual who ascended to the summit of the Crimson World."

The youth's red eyes narrowed just a touch at the statement, yet his grin stayed put. Rather, it broadened as he directed his focus at Anark.

"It seems Cain mentioned me to you."

Anark drew in a measured breath. The aura from the Exarch surpassed any sensation he had known. It went beyond strength-it embodied essence, woven with reason, insight, and a disturbing sharpness.

Should he utter words without care, Anark sensed he might get drawn into a net of logic with no way out.

"Cain told me you are his brother," Anark stated.

Waves rippled among the Alliance's lines. Meylin's identity had never been hidden, but this revelation struck differently. Even the Scarlet Kingdom's elite appeared taken aback.

Still, Anark pressed forward.

"He also told me," the True Primordial persisted, his tone even, "that you are someone I should never fully trust. Someone who would betray me if it advanced your aims."

Astonishment raced through the troops.

The red shimmer in the youth's eyes held an odd attraction.

Numerous felt a natural impulse to bow, to heed, to accept. Yet as Anark uttered his words, subtle crimson sparks danced in their own gazes-barriers planted by Cain, guarding their wills.

The Crimson Exarch perceived it.

He grasped right away the occurrence. If Cain could traverse universes, surely he would set protections against his sibling following suit.

However, rather than rage or slight, the youth erupted in chuckles.

"Hahahahaha!"

The echo held real delight. No annoyance. No enmity.

As the mirth died down, he regarded Anark once more.

"Yes," he agreed smoothly. "You have it correct. To reach my objective,

I did indeed stab my brother's heart."

The forces tensed up.

"But tell me," he pressed on evenly, shifting his look to Meylin, "what did that achieve?"

Meylin stayed mute briefly before responding.

"He aided Cain in merging his dual supreme racial legacies," she explained. "He advanced to a superior existence-surpassing Depravitas, Primordials, and Neo-Demons. That victory let us overcome the mighty foe in a battle shaping the whole cosmos."

A hush of whispers flowed through the Alliance.

Wasn't that precisely what they craved at present? A figure able to spur evolution. One ready to employ drastic steps against a threat endangering all life.

The Crimson Exarch grinned subtly, detecting the change.

"You don't need to believe my statements," he offered. "Measure me by what I do."

He motioned gently toward Meylin.

"I returned her to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. I aided her rise in power by letting her witness the grandeur of the boundless Flow's stream-at immense expense to my spirit. And you see plainly that she dislikes me... and that she would eagerly sacrifice herself

for this universe."

The declaration landed with weight.

The fighters harbored no faith in him.

But they had faith in Meylin.

She served as the Scarlet King's spouse. And any who earned Cain's

confidence was one they could risk everything for.

Anark's gaze tightened.

He discerned the Exarch's tactic-steering views without coercion, molding outcomes via honesty over lies.

And that rendered him more perilous, not safer.

For each phrase he had voiced thus far rang true.

But Anark had endured long enough to know a basic truth:

Honesty could serve as the sharpest means of control.

After a pause, the True Primordial declared. "We should talk privately, Crimson Exarch." "Of course," the youth answered at once with a tilt of his head.

Then he tossed in, nearly offhand, "By the way, you should employ my true

name. You've heard it already."

Anark's brow creased a bit.

Then the memory hit: the golden downpour. The call that boomed

across the cosmos.

"Noah?"

"YES!" the youth called out cheerfully.

The Alliance's members shot glances around as they started to

whisper the siblings' names.

Noah chuckled once more, a playful look passing over his features as he

observed their responses.

"Hahaha! I know, I know. Our names appear pulled right from

an ancient-world scripture."

His red eyes warmed a fraction.

"Perhaps fate binds us brothers with that link," he remarked casually.

"Cain, Noah, and..."