The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1281: The end of the Samsara Eternal’s Saga Chapter 1281: The end of the Samsara Eternal’s Saga “Better to be born good or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?”  As Cain heard those words, a strange feeling assaulted his heart.

It resonated deeply with him.

But he didn’t allow those thoughts to distract him from the majestic scene unfolding before him.

“We will win and prove our path is the right one!” Venganza shouted, his voice echoing across the void.

He and Ira fused their power into one final attack.

“Samsara of Sin and Man!” A majestic wheel materialized around them, depicting all seven deadly sins-Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth.

The wheel spun rapidly, emanating an aura that combined the complexities of human nature with the raw power of sin.

Simultaneously, the Universal Storm unleashed its final assault-a colossal beam of pure, annihilating energy descending upon them.

The two attacks collided with unimaginable force.

The wheel met the beam head-on, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Both forces pushed against each other, the equilibrium shifting back and forth.

The surrounding space warped and distorted under the strain, stars in distant galaxies flickering as the shockwaves reached them.

Finally, the stalemate broke.

A massive explosion erupted, the combined energies releasing in a blinding flash that consumed everything in its vicinity.

The light was so intense that it overwhelmed the senses, leaving only whiteness in its wake.

The blinding light of the colossal explosion obscured the trio’s vision.

Yet amidst the deafening silence that followed, they heard a resounding laughter echoing through the void.

“Hahahahaha!” As the brilliance faded and their sight returned, Cain, Meylin, and Helios again gazed upon the starry projection.

There, standing triumphantly in the sky, was Venganza.

His body was riddled with severe wounds, yet his aura was exponentially more powerful than before.

It wasn’t just raw power that emanated from him; there was something fundamentally different about the Depravita.  “What has changed?” Meylin whispered, her eyes wide with awe.

Cain narrowed his eyes, trying to grasp the transformation before them.

Venganza’s gaze had a newfound clarity and lightness.

They didn’t have to wonder for long as the Demon King’s voice echoed, this time filled with barely contained excitement.

“By freeing himself from his previous bindings and overwhelming the will of the universe, Venganza was no longer bound to hatred and vengeance,” the Demon King declared.

“His path and will belong solely to himself, and now he has the choice to follow his destiny without anyone dictating it.” The Demon King paused as if savoring the moment before continuing with palpable enthusiasm.

“By overcoming his nature, Venganza became the first of the True Depravitas-the Prima Depravitas!

Entities born from evil but who rise above it to make their own choices!” Cain’s mind raced as he processed the Demon King’s words.

Memories surged forth of a crucial battle against the Depravitas in Aether.

Although he had lost consciousness during that confrontation and another entity had taken control of his body, he was aware of everything that transpired, thanks to the footage retrieved from the human powerhouses’ A.I.

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He recalled the disdainful words of the entity that had seized control: “A group of mutated Sky Demons calling themselves Depravitas.

That’s like a maggot calling itself a butterfly.” A realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

His understanding of the Depravita Race had been superficial at best.

The Depravitas he had encountered were mere shadows compared to the true essence of what a Depravita could be-what Venganza had become.

But there was no time to dwell on these thoughts.

Venganza’s voice echoed from within the starry image, pulling Cain back to the present.

“Time for round two,” Venganza announced with a wide grin, his yellow eyes gleaming as he locked gazes with the asura.

Without hesitation, the battle reignited.

Venganza moved with unparalleled speed, his abilities now defying the very laws of the universe.

Space warped around him as he unleashed attacks that bent reality-blades of darkness that cut through dimensions, bursts of energy that erased matter at a subatomic level.

The Prima Depravita was a force beyond comprehension.

Though faced with a power he could scarcely fathom, the asura refused to yield.

His three faces displayed unwavering determination.

He channeled the fundamental forces of the universe-gravity, electromagnetism, strong and weak nuclear forces-into his strikes.

Explosions and storms of wild energy erupted from their clashes, space and time twisting and contorting around them like spirals of a fractal.

The destruction was apocalyptic.

Under the strain of their combat, the layers of the Nine Hells quaked and shattered.

Entire realms were obliterated, and the screams of countless infernal beings echoed as they were caught in the crossfire.

Just as their fists were about to collide once more-a collision that promised to unleash an even greater cataclysm-a figure materialized between them.

With effortless strength, the newcomer caught both their fists, halting their momentum entirely and sending shockwaves rippling outward.

Cain, Meylin, and Helios stared in utter disbelief.

Who could possibly intervene in a battle between such titans?

As the dust settled, the identity of the interloper became clear.

It was Zatiel-alive and whole-standing between Venganza and the asura.

His presence radiated authority and balance.

The very fabric of reality seemed to stabilize around him.

At that moment, the starry projection began to waver, the images dissolving into the swirling void.

The Demon King’s voice filled the silence.

“After Venganza chose to free himself and forge his own path, Zatiel Daybreak’s will and ego were able to resurrect, returning him to his former self.

That is how one became two-the first, the Ancestor of the Neo-Demon Race, and the second, the Forefather of the Prima Depravita Race.” Cain felt a surge of understanding wash over him.

The duality of existence-the ability to transcend one’s nature and become something entirely new-was laid bare before them.

“Many more events happened after that,” the Demon King continued, his tone tinged with reverence and regret.

“Including how Venganza helped others overcome their nature and the creation of Sundered Night.

But unfortunately, I lack those memories.

This is all I can tell of the Samsara Eternal’s Saga.”