The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2130: The Crimson Exarch vs Tiramisu

Cain’s group was not the only one advancing through the Fourth Ring’s Second Phase.

Another team was already pushing deeper—past the storm of falling stars that tested the body’s ability to resist and redirect energy. They had reached the Third Phase, where each celestial fragment carried a trace of corruption within it. The stars no longer offered pure divine essence; their light had become tainted, twisted by echoes of chaos. To absorb them safely required near-perfect mastery of transmutation.

And yet, despite the growing difficulty, this second group advanced with speed and precision. Every movement was synchronized, every act deliberate.

At their head walked a man whose mere presence seemed to command the stars themselves—the Crimson Exarch.

Twin golden suns burned in his eyes as he moved forward through the raining light. When each corrupted star descended, he met it without hesitation. The Exarch absorbed the impact into his core, guiding the energy into his stomach where he performed flawless transmutation.

Within him, divine energy flowed in perfect rhythm. He purified the corruption while simultaneously coating the inner walls of his body with a vibrating mantle of counter-frequency energy—one that matched the taint’s resonance perfectly. Nothing escaped, nothing leaked.

In essence, the Crimson Exarch’s entire being was performing two techniques at once. His body conducted Redirection, and the walls of his internal core performed Divergence.

And yet, he made it look effortless.

Under his guidance, Amazo and Ana followed in his wake. He taught them patiently, showing them how to balance the dual flow of energy: how to purify without being consumed, and how to control without suppressing the raw violence of the stars.

For nearly three months, the group endured the Third Phase’s relentless storm. But at last, after endless struggle, the horizon began to shift.

A vast dark gate rose from the obsidian plain before them—towering and ancient, reaching up to the very dome of the falling stars. Its surface shimmered with runes of silver fire, marking the threshold between rings.

The Crimson Exarch stopped, a slow, thrilled smile spreading across his face.

”That,” he said quietly, ”is where the real excitement begins.”

His golden eyes gleamed with anticipation.

But then they widened.

He turned his gaze to the right, sensing something—someone—approaching.

Through the haze of burning starlight, another group was emerging, advancing along a parallel path toward the same gate. Their leader moved with sharp, deliberate grace, his aura calm yet formidable.

”The Enlightened One,” he murmured. He recognized the man, a master of The Flow, and while not as proficient as him, his skills were terrifyingly close.

Still, it wasn’t the Enlightened One who unsettled him.

It was the presence that followed behind.

At first, it seemed small—barely thirty centimeters tall. A creature that resembled a hybrid between rodent and dragon, cloaked in dark fur that shimmered faintly with cosmic dust. Crimson crystalline scales ran down her spine, tail, and forearms, glowing like molten rubies beneath the starlight.

She should have looked fragile, even adorable.

But the moment the Crimson Exarch’s eyes met hers, every instinct in his body screamed danger.

That tiny creature was no beast.

She was Tiramisu—the Great Berserker, the True Depravita of Primal Fury.

She noticed his gaze almost instantly. Their eyes met across the storm, and for a brief instant, surprise flickered across her expression. Then she smiled—wide, wild, and utterly unrestrained.

Power exploded from her.

The very ring trembled.

A wave of bloodline energy erupted outward, shaking the sky. Her small form began to shift and elongate, bones cracking and reforming, muscles tearing and regenerating in an instant.

In a flash of chaos, the adorable hybrid was gone.

What replaced her was a colossus of living chaos—a fusion of bone, flesh, and blood-red crystal. Each gem pulsed with primal energy, and jagged crystals crowned her head and spine like a halo of blades. She was magnificent and terrifying, beauty and savagery intertwined.

Her eyes blazed with a wrathful, eternal light—the unbound will of nature itself.

”ROOOOOAAAARRRR!”

Her draconic cry shook the air. The sound reached beyond hearing, resonating directly with the primal core of every creature nearby. It awakened something ancient, something feral, buried deep in the marrow of existence.

And then she moved.

Tiramisu launched herself through the storm, her serpentine form coiling between the falling stars. Ruby light streamed behind her, leaving trails of molten energy in her wake. Each movement bent the laws of motion, each breath rippled with divine chaos.

In an instant, she was upon him.

The Crimson Exarch raised his arm just as her massive claw came slicing down toward his heart. The blow could have pierced through mountains, tearing apart even divine barriers.

But the Exarch was no ordinary opponent.

His hand flashed upward, sheathed in a mantle of energy vibrating at the precise frequency of Tiramisu’s own chaotic aura—the same energy that defined the True Depravita of Primal Fury.

The two forces met.

And instead of being torn apart, the Crimson Exarch’s energy diverted the claw away, bending the destructive force sideways.

A flicker of surprise crossed Tiramisu’s eyes.

But before a fraction of a nanosecond could pass, she twisted her colossal body, using the same technique he had just used against her. Her movements were instinctual—fluid and impossibly fast.

Her tail coiled, her body spun, and she unleashed a roundhouse kick aimed straight for the Crimson Exarch’s head.

His eyes widened.

She wasn’t just strong—she was skilled beyond measure.

For all her chaotic nature, Tiramisu moved like a seasoned martial artist, every strike precise, every movement deliberate.

Clenching his fists, the Crimson Exarch cloaked his forearm in the cosmic radiation of The Flow, the same force that governed the Rings themselves. He raised it just in time.

”BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!”

The impact was cataclysmic.

The shockwave blasted across the obsidian plain, tearing a crater into the ground. The Crimson Exarch’s body was flung backward, smashing through the dark rock.

Dust and debris filled the air.

But he did not fall.

Even as his body twisted midair, he regained control, landing in a low stance, his feet digging deep grooves into the black surface. His right arm trembled from the impact, blood dripping from his knuckles, yet his eyes remained sharp and cold.

He had withstood the strike of an Alpha-Omega Overgod True Depravita.

Tiramisu’s serpentine form gleamed with crimson light. For a moment, she regarded him in silence. Then, slowly, her lips curled upward again.

Her smile was radiant—fierce and delighted.

And as her aura flared again, brighter and bloodier than before, the entire area began to tremble.