The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2187: The Universe Will vs The Root

Cain was struck by a deep, almost instinctive sense of wrongness as space-time itself was twisted in so many ways around it that it was almost sickening. He had become trapped within the Empyrean Wall itself—a place that was never meant to sustain life, not even one as strong as his.

The pressure here was unbearable. Waves of chaotic energy crashed against him from every direction, disorienting him until there was no concept of up or down, left or right. His divine body shuddered under the weight of cosmic turbulence. For a moment, he nearly lost his sense of himself and blacked out.

Grinding his teeth, Cain forced his will into focus. The energy in his veins ignited as he fought to stabilize himself, his aura extending like chains of order across the sea of madness. The effort was immense, but little by little, his body stopped spinning through the chaos.

He had no way of tracking the Empyrean Worlds as Anark did, but he did have the power to carve his own way out. It would take everything he had, and the backlash could incapacitate him for a long time, yet it was better than being shredded apart by the violent tides of reality.

The Scarlet King took a deep breath, gathering power. His eyes glowed, a crimson storm rising behind them. Just as he was about to release it—

A light appeared in the void.

It was small at first, almost delicate, like a single spark adrift in a black ocean. But within a second, that spark expanded into a radiant vortex that warped space around it.

Cain turned toward it, confusion arising in his face as he felt the energy radiating from it was very similar to the one found in a World Will.

Before he could react, the light unleashed an overwhelming pull, the kind of attraction that bent the laws of existence. Even with all his strength, Cain couldn’t resist. His body was wrenched forward and swallowed whole by the luminous storm.

The next instant, he was thrown through a gate of raw energy. His senses blurred; his vision exploded into static. For a few seconds, he was blind, and his perception was completely shut down.

When sight returned, he found himself floating once again in the void. But something was different. The currents of chaotic energy were thicker, denser—like liquid iron instead of smoke. Visibility was nearly zero, though not enough to hide the truth: he was far, far from any known world.

Before he could orient himself, the silence was shattered.

A sound rolled across the void—louder than thunder, sharper than the collapse of stars. It was as if something impossibly massive had struck the fabric of existence itself. The impact echoed across creation, so violently that even Cain’s ears began to ring and blood leaked from it.

The Scarlet King turned toward the source.

Then he saw it.

A wall of crystal—so vast that he could not see the end or beginning—splintered apart as a massive hole appeared. Shards of dark, glasslike material exploded outward, each fragment blazing with eldritch energy. The shockwave that followed was so powerful that it swept the chaotic energy aside, clearing the void for the first time since his arrival.

And in that fleeting moment of clarity, Cain saw the thing that carved the hole through the wall.

It was a writhing mass of flesh and darkness, a shape that defied anatomy or reason. Its body was composed of endless tendrils, each pulsing with veins of black light. Billions of maws of all sizes formed on its surface, spirals of jagged teeth and dripping hunger. Some were fused shut, others opened into bottomless voids that seemed capable of swallowing moons.

Eyes—or what might once have been eyes—blossomed across its body, glowing with sickly intelligence. It wasn’t merely alive; it was aware.

Cain had faced horrors before—creatures born from despair, hatred, and the deepest pits of sin. Yet nothing he had ever encountered, not even a monster like Legion, compared to this. This was an abomination beyond concept. Its sheer scale rivaled the Empyrean Worlds themselves.

Then, it spoke.

"WELCOME TO THE ROOT! WELCOME TO THE UNITY!"

The voice wasn’t sound—it was a psychic detonation. A billion overlapping voices screamed at once, each carrying the weight of madness. The force hit Cain like a tidal wave, burrowing into his mind, fracturing thought from thought.

Blood streamed from his eyes. His head throbbed with agony. If not for the evolution of his Alter Ego—tempered and refined through the enhancement of his True Name—the psychic scream would have shattered his consciousness entirely.

He staggered, clutching his head, barely keeping control of his form. The entity’s voice echoed through his mind, clawing at his sanity, whispering fragments of language not meant for any living thing.

Then, something else answered.

A second sound—pure and righteous—erupted from the depths of the void. It wasn’t a scream of terror but of defiance. A voice woven from justice, fury, and the raw will of creation itself.

It reached into Cain’s soul, pushing away the dread and psychic horror, and filling his heart with fury and hatred.

The light spread outward in intricate lines, forming a vast web that spanned all directions, covering as far as Cain could see.

Cain recognized it instantly. "The Nine Empyrean Suns Universe’s Matrix..." awe and wonder in his voice.

It wasn’t just a world—it was the entire universe manifesting its will. Threads of divine energy interlocked into a golden lattice that pulsed with cosmic authority.

From within that radiant structure, colossal golden hands emerged, forged from the purest and strongest laws of creation. It reached forward and slammed into the abomination, attempting to force it back through the shattered crystal wall.

The collision shook reality. The monster screamed—an unholy, discordant wail—as divine light seared its tendrils.

For a moment, Cain felt hope. The universe itself was fighting back.

But then, the truth became clear.

The golden hand was holding the creature in place, yet it wasn’t winning. The monster’s body pressed forward, forcing cracks into the radiant lattice. Each push sent ripples of instability through the Matrix. The two forces were evenly matched—a stalemate.

Cain exhaled, his expression grim. "A stalemate."

It was not great, but at least it bought him time to think. Whatever that thing was, it clearly didn’t belong in this cosmos. And if it broke through, the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe would suffer beyond imagining.

But Cain also knew one thing with certainty: if he acted recklessly, he could die. Even for him, confronting such a being was incredibly dangerous.

He had barely begun to form a plan when the balance shifted again.

From within the colossal abomination, new shapes began to emerge.

Hundreds of entities tore themselves free from its flesh, each one an atrocity unto itself. They looked like corpses sculpted from rot and rage—bodies half-formed, half-decayed, refusing to die. Twisted limbs sprouted in impossible angles, and where faces should have been, there were only screaming voids.

The creatures hurled themselves toward the golden hands, tearing at them with impossible strength. Divine light flared, but piece by piece, the radiant form began to crack and bleed energy.

The Matrix trembled. The abomination’s advance resumed.

Cain watched silently, then released a long, steady breath. His eyes sharpened.

"Then I suppose it’s my turn," he said softly.

Determination burned through him. The fear, the chaos, the noise—all of it vanished beneath his will. His aura ignited, flaring crimson and gold as he flashed forward like a shooting star.