The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2095: Into the Red King’s Sacred Dimension (I)

Cain arrived at the Heart of Sin, drifting through the Void Beyond the Third Realm like a crimson comet. The instant his presence manifested, a hush fell across the stronghold.

Every strategist and soldier of the Life Path turned toward him, and without hesitation, they lowered their heads. Their eyes glowed with reverence and awe, the same light one might give to a living legend.

Whenever Cain completed a hunt—whenever he slaughtered another enemy deity—he sent reports back to the Life Path’s headquarters. The more knowledge their strategists held, the more effectively they could support him.

At first, no one had expected much from an Early Archdeity. Yet in only a handful of months, he had slain more than a dozen Archdeities of the Freedom Path. Each death created a power vacuum, each vacuum weakened their enemies, and with every fallen god, the Life Path reclaimed more territory.

It was no wonder their gazes burned with admiration.

Cain did not bask in it. He merely inclined his head in silent acknowledgment—a small gesture of gratitude—and then ascended to the uppermost level of the Heart of Sin.

A gathering awaited him there.

At the center stood Tiramisu, the True Depravita of Primal Fury, her aura steady and commanding, flanked by Ikmael, his frost-eyed lieutenant. They were giving final instructions to a circle of high-ranking Archdeities. Near them, Cain spotted familiar faces: Meylin and the Enlightened One.

The change in them was striking. Their auras had grown sharper, denser, alive with newfound mastery. Whatever training they had undergone under Tiramisu’s guidance had clearly borne fruit.

Cain’s gaze drifted to the others—nine ArchDeities in total, their cultivation levels ranging from Late to Peak Stage. Each one radiated terrifying pressure, so potent that even Cain, empowered by his recent evolution, sensed danger. These were the elite of the Life Path—the sharpest blades the Third Realm had forged.

While Cain assessed them, they studied him in return. A few wore curiosity; others, quiet respect. Then one of them stepped forward.

”I am Alita,” she said, her voice smooth, mechanical, yet faintly melodic. ”It is an honor to meet the one who defeated Black Mask.”

Cain turned toward her.

She was striking—a young woman clad in a long, black coat trimmed with white fur, intricate golden sigils glowing faintly along its seams. A featureless black mask hid her face, two spiraling green eyes pulsing from within it, hypnotic and inhuman. Her weapon—a massive sword covered in geometric patterns—hummed softly, as if resonating with unseen frequencies. The fusion of sorcery and machinery around her was seamless.

Something about her presence stirred the same faint, inexplicable sense of kinship he felt when near Tiramisu: a paradoxical mixture of danger and charm. Imperium whispered faintly within him, tracing subtle lines of resonance between their bloodlines.

”The same race,” Cain realized, ”though not one I’ve ever encountered before.”

It was not really surprising that he did not know them since the higher one went in the Crimson World, the wider and wilder the realms became, and Cain couldn’t know places he had never visited.

”It was luck,” Cain replied honestly. ”Had the mysterious shooter not interfered, I might have fallen to his ambush.”

Alita tilted her head slightly, and instead of disappointment, a soft hum of approval escaped her mask. The others nodded as well. Recognizing one’s limits was a strength, not a weakness, among warriors who lived by strategy.

One of the elder Archdeities stepped forward- His skin glowed faintly blue, his long white hair flowing like winter wind, and his eyes burned gold with ancient intellect. A mantle of frost-lined fur draped over his shoulders, and cold mist curled around his boots as he spoke.

”Many of us have faced Black Mask before,” he said. ”Even when fighting in pairs, we could only force him to retreat. For you to destroy his heart—helped or not—is remarkable, young man.”

Cain bowed his head slightly, accepting the praise without arrogance.

Tiramisu smiled faintly at the exchange. ”Good. The introductions are done, and you’ve arrived just in time,” she said. ”We are finalizing preparations for the march into the Sacred Dimension of the Red King.”

Cain joined the group, standing beside Meylin and the Enlightened One. His expression grew sharp. The danger ahead was immense; even without considering the unknown horrors lurking within, they all knew an Alpha–Omega Overgod of the Freedom Path—the Neo-Angel Braldy—would be inside. For any of them other than Tiramisu, a direct confrontation meant certain death.

Tiramisu raised her voice slightly, addressing the assembled group.

”Once we enter the Sacred Dimension,” she began, ”we will appear in random locations. The flow of space will scatter us. Communication will be limited, and perception will be distorted. It’s likely that, at first, we’ll all be separated.”

A faint murmur rippled through the gathered Archdeities, but her calm steadied them.

”Our first objective is simple,” she continued, focusing on Ikmael and the other ArchDeities of the Third Realm. ”Each of you must find the Scarlet King, the Enlightened One, or Meylin. Their mastery of the Flow surpasses ours, and with them, we can synchronize and advance more efficiently. Once small groups are formed, we will work toward reuniting the whole force.”

”If you find yourselves in open territory,” Tiramisu went on, ”head toward the tallest visible structure. We will use those as beacons for convergence. Should you require assistance, release a green burst into the sky. If you are in mortal danger, release red. We will come for you—but remember, the enemy will see it too.”

Her gaze swept across them, piercing and firm. ”So be precise. Be cautious. And above all, do not lose your composure.”

The group nodded as one, their resolve hardening.

Satisfied, Tiramisu turned toward the Enlightened One.

The Enlightened One stepped forward. His robes shimmered faintly with ethereal light, and calm radiated from his every motion. ”Each time the Sacred Dimension opens, it changes,” he began, his voice serene yet heavy with authority. ”The terrain shifts, the laws of reality rewrite themselves. What was once a forest may now be an ocean of light, and what was once a mountain may have turned into a labyrinth of living crystal.”

He paused, letting the silence settle. ”I will explain my previous experiences, and while the terrain and challenges might differ, my ventures might be of some help.”

The group made sure to pay attention to every word that came out of the Enlgiuthed One’s mouth. Every bit of help could be the difference between life and death.