The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

”ARRRGHHHHHHH!!!”

A deafening scream of pain, hatred, and absolute terror erupted from Nito.

For the first time in countless battles, he had truly felt death.

The fear of nearly losing his life, combined with his overwhelming rage toward the True Depravita of Hope, ignited something within him. The emotions fed directly into the maddening power of the Samsara Eye, driving it beyond its previous limits.

His aura did not merely recover.

It surpassed its peak.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”

The void itself screamed.

The countless waves of chaotic energy that had been raging across the battlefield were suddenly swept away, leaving behind an enormous vacuum that stretched across countless light-years. Space collapsed inward before violently exploding outward as Nito unleashed every ounce of his newfound strength.

His fist struck Meylin.

The condensed Samsara Force shattered every defense protecting her body.

The Flame of Hope, her divine armor, and the countless layers of energy surrounding her were ripped apart one after another before the overwhelming power crashed directly into her.

She could not resist it.

The impact blasted her away like a falling star.

Her body shot toward the Fallen Empyrean World with such unimaginable speed that the surrounding void ignited into rivers of violet fire.

The force of the blow reached beyond flesh.

It struck her soul.

Pain unlike anything she had ever experienced exploded through her consciousness, causing darkness to consume her vision as she crashed into the atmosphere.

Below, every warrior stopped fighting.

Members of the Six Sacred Races.

The Curse Eaters.

Even those locked in life-and-death combat instinctively raised their heads.

They watched as Meylin descended through the heavens, engulfed in blazing flames like a meteor carrying the end of an era.

”RUMBLE!”

Before anyone could react...

She struck the continent.

The mountain range beneath her was unimaginably vast, each peak large enough to support entire Minor Worlds upon its summit.

It ceased to exist.

The impact pulverized everything within countless kilometers.

Stone became dust.

Rivers evaporated.

The earth split apart as an immense pillar of plasma erupted into the heavens.

The continent trembled violently.

Shockwaves spread across the entire Fallen Empyrean World, causing earthquakes that reached even the distant battlefields.

For several long seconds...

Nothing remained but smoke and fire.

Silence engulfed the battlefield.

Then...

A figure slowly rose from the center of the crater.

Shock spread through every pair of eyes.

Even the Curse Eaters could not hide their disbelief.

Meylin stood once more.

Her armor had almost completely shattered.

Blood flowed freely from countless wounds covering her body.

Half of her wings had nearly been torn away, while the other burned weakly with fading starlight.

Every breath caused more blood to spill from her lips.

Anyone could see that neither her body nor her soul had any strength remaining.

She had reached her absolute limit.

Yet...

There was not the slightest trace of fear in her eyes.

Nor despair.

She stood as straight as ever.

Her entire existence radiated the essence of hope itself.

Even standing at the very edge of death...

She continued to shine.

Far above, Nito stared down from the void.

He could clearly see the determination burning within her eyes.

Under normal circumstances...

He would have respected such an opponent.

Perhaps he would have even admired her.

But the Samsara Eye’s power had long since corrupted his judgment.

What should have inspired respect now felt like humiliation.

His face twitched.

The skin covering it peeled away further as though it were nothing more than a fragile mask.

The grotesque cracks spread wider with every heartbeat.

At the same time...

His power continued rising.

”Fine...”

His voice echoed like thunder.

”Let’s see if you remain so brave...”

”...when facing this!”

Madness filled his eyes as he slowly raised one hand.

For a single instant...

The void froze.

Then everything changed.

The tremendous energy that had been scattered throughout the battlefield suddenly reversed direction.

Every fragment of power released during their clash converged toward Nito.

The currents of chaos.

The remnants of Fourth Realm Force.

Everything gathered above him.

That alone would have been terrifying.

Yet it was only the beginning.

Far beyond the atmosphere, countless Minor Worlds orbiting along the outer edges of the Empyrean World’s celestial domain suddenly trembled.

One after another...

They broke free from their orbits.

Entire worlds were dragged through the void by an irresistible force.

The sight left everyone speechless.

The worlds converged above Nito before slowly melting together under the influence of the Samsara Eye.

Stone dissolved.

Oceans evaporated.

Continents liquefied into cosmic plasma.

Soon...

A colossal sphere began taking shape.

It radiated an overwhelming mixture of stellar fire and Samsara Energy.

It resembled a newborn star.

No...

It surpassed a star.

It was an Empyrean Samsara Sun.

The terrifying pressure released by its mere existence caused reality itself to groan.

”Hahahahaha!”

Nito’s laughter echoed across both the void and the Empyrean World below.

”Behold!”

”The power of a true Fourth Realm life form!”

Without hesitation...

He hurled the Empyrean Samsara Sun toward the world below.

”WAIT!”

The desperate cry did not come from Meylin.

Nor from the warriors of the Six Sacred Races.

The first to shout was one of the Curse Eaters.

His face had turned pale.

That attack would certainly kill Meylin.

But it would also annihilate the Fallen Empyrean World itself.

Even if the world somehow survived...

It would become nothing more than a lifeless, shattered husk drifting endlessly through space.

But Nito heard none of it.

The Samsara Eye’s power had completely consumed his reason.

The only thought remaining within his fractured mind was simple.

Kill her.

Everything else...

Even the mission entrusted to him...

Had become meaningless.

As the Empyrean Samsara Sun descended into the atmosphere, an overwhelming pressure swept across the battlefield.

The air collapsed.

The oceans rose.

The continents groaned.

The shockwave alone blasted countless warriors from both armies across the battlefield like leaves caught in a hurricane.

No one possessed the strength to interfere anymore.

Not after such a brutal battle.

Only one figure remained standing.

Meylin.

She stared upward at the descending sun.

Her starlit eyes glowed faintly as she instinctively tried to gather the power of the Flame of Hope once more.

Nothing answered.

Her body was empty.

Her soul was exhausted.

She had already sacrificed everything in her previous attack.

There was nothing left to burn.

Yet...

She still took a step forward.

The ground beneath her collapsed.

The mountain fragments surrounding the crater disintegrated under the crushing pressure.

Slowly...

She raised her arms.

Not because she believed she could stop the attack.

But because surrender had never existed within her heart.

This was not the futile struggle of a desperate woman refusing to accept reality.

It was the final stand of a warrior.

A warrior who would continue resisting until the very last fragment of her existence vanished from creation itself.

Just as the colossal sun was about to descend upon her...

A calm yet overwhelmingly powerful voice echoed across heaven and earth.

”You have done well...”

A single ripple spread across space.

”But now...”

”Leave the rest to me.”