The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2208: The death of the Champions of the Root

Those words reached the hearts of the forces of the Nine Empyren Suns Universe, and they all felt as if the light of existence itself was being swallowed by a darkness nothing could resist.

King of the Root Radagon’s power was immeasurable, a pressure that crushed the soul. Even if stepping out of the Heart of the Root and into the golden light of the Universe Matrix would weaken him, he remained so overwhelmingly strong that there was no doubt in the heart of Cain and the other that he could annihilate all of them without effort.

Yet just as despair seemed to be the only path forward, the King of the Root suddenly trembled. Thick, dark organ-blood began leaking from his multiple eyes, and the aura around him weakened, pulsing irregularly.

Cain’s eyes glowed with a meaningful light as he witnessed that shift, and immediately a sharp realization struck him. He had seen similar exhaustion in the faces of the High Lords of the Root upon their awakening, as if they were dragged out of slumber before their time.

Godfrey and Rykard had suffered fractures in their essence—minor, debilitating states, nothing crippling. But Radagon was far beyond them in power, and he must have also been forced awake too early, summoned by the extreme danger threatening the Heart of the Root.

Before Cain or anyone else could act on that weakness, Radagon’s eyes regained their focus. With a deliberate calm, he extended his right hand, and on his palm a portal appeared once more.

Cain, Anark, and the remaining warriors of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe instantly shifted into battle stance, gathering what little strength their exhausted bodies and souls still held. Roots of petrified and decaying flesh began emerging from Radagon’s portal, and all braced for an attack—only to realize they were not the targets.

The roots shot toward the Champions of the Root.

The abominations did not resist. Or more accurately, could not resist. They were before their king, and their life no longer belonged to them.

Each stood frozen as the roots pierced through their skulls. The light in their eyes faded instantly, minds erased, identities destroyed. Their empty bodies were dragged back and tossed into the Heart of the Root like discarded tools.

”It destroyed their minds... their egos,” Cain muttered, clenching his fists. The ruthless efficiency of Radagon sent a chill through every soul present.

The King of the Root turned next toward High Lord Godfrey. ”You will pay for your failure.” His voice held no emotion—cold, sharp, merciless.

Godfrey bowed his head, shame thick in the air around him, and vanished into the Heart of the Root, leaving the battlefield without a word.

Now, only Radagon remained in the void, standing against the seven remaining powerhouses of the Nine Empyren Suns Universe. Despite their numerical advantage—and despite the clear backlash ripping through Radagon’s body—none dared move.

Radagon’s condition was worsening by the second, but his presence alone was enough to choke any thought of defiance.

”We are the end of your time,” Radagon said, voice steady despite the blood leaking from his eyes. ”Despair, as your hopes and dreams fade into oblivion.”

His influence began to ripple across reality. His presence extended farther and farther, reaching into Empyrean Worlds impossibly distant, touching the realms and the endless life inside them. His voice did not echo through sound anymore, but through intent, carried directly into the souls of every sentient lifeform.

”Yet soon you will rejoice,” Radagon continued, a smile arising in his face carrying what could only be described as pleasure and adoration. ”All of you— from the smallest insect to the largest titan—will be reborn. Immortal and eternal.”

After finishing with his message to the universe, Radagon focused on its heroes, mockery and disdain in his eyes, ”Our roots will spread to every corner of this universe, as they already have in so many others, and you will become part of us.”

Somber expressions formed among the powerhouses of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe. They wanted to dismiss his words as lies, but some instinct deep within told them otherwise. The Root had indeed conquered other universes. And now its branches had entered their home.

”Welcome to the Root. Welcome to the Unity. Welcome to the Future.”

With that final declaration, Radagon’s body turned into a beam of anomalous light and shot back into the Heart of the Root. His aura vanished completely—far too deep and unstable for anyone to track.

The Heart of the Root now floated alone at the universe’s edge, totally unprotected. In theory, any of them could attack it. In reality, none moved.

Radagon was wounded, but he was still capable of killing any of them with a single blow. And even if he did not act, they had no information on how many Champions or High Lords remained. Charging in blindly in their current state would be suicide.

The powerhouses exchanged glances. Heavy, grim expressions settled over their faces as they realized their universe was now infected, infiltrated, claimed.

A small glimmer of relief emerged as the Universe Matrix finally stirred. A golden radiance spread from its core, flooding their broken bodies with pure life force and stabilizing energy.

Wounds closed, bleeding stopped, and shattered organs began to regenerate. Anark and Cain were especially grateful—their bodies had been on the verge of collapse, consciousness hanging by a thread.

With the surge of vitality and the superior regenerative abilities of Primordials, their wounds slowly repaired. The other powerhouses required around thirty minutes to fully heal, but Cain and Anark needed nearly two hours. Their injuries had been far worse, and their bodies far more complex to mend—yet it also reflected the tremendous power they possessed.

Once the healing concluded, the Matrix of the Universe pulsed again. A massive golden corridor manifested in the void, facing directly toward the Heart of the Root. Within the corridor shimmered all nine portals.

Cain and the others immediately understood.

The Will of the Universe might not be able to attack the Heart of the Root any longer, but it had no intention of surrendering. It was forging a direct pathway—a battleground—where the full power of all Nine Empyrean Worlds could gather and launch their counterstrike.