The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Silence reigned across the Everlife Continent.

All eyes were locked on the flaming figure plummeting from the heavens, and soon it became clear—the one falling was none other than the Primarch of Conquest Leviathan. The battle in the void between the superpower houses that led this war had finally come to an end, and the outcome shocked all.

The Scarlet King had fallen!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!"

The entire continent trembled beneath the force of his impact, a massive earthquake rippling across mountains and valleys as the titanic form of the Primarch of Conquest Leviathan crashed into the landmass. As his body struck, it disintegrated into streams of psychic power, evaporating into the atmosphere like a dying star. It was evident: Cain could no longer sustain his Liberación Total.

The warriors—both Prima Deities and Divine Cultivators on either side—stood stunned. No one moved. No one spoke.

They had witnessed the scene that shocked them to their core.

And then, three more figures marched into the Everstrife Empyrean World from the void.

The titanic forms of Saturn, Ares, and Hermes manifested in the highest skies. But they were far from triumphant. Their conditions were appalling.

Saturn had lost his left leg, and a massive laceration ran across his waist that almost bisected him. The only thing holding his broken body together was his mastery of gravitational power, manipulating spacetime just to remain whole.

World Breaker Azan had a gaping hole in his abdomen, as if a cosmic fist had torn straight through him. If that was not enough, two of his six arms were gone.

As for the Lord of the Last Step, part of his neck was missing, and the lower half of his helmet had shattered. A horrific claw mark ran diagonally across his chest, threatening to crush what remained of his ribcage.

This was no ordinary damage.

Their forms were manifestations of "Mind and Soul as One", and to sustain injuries in this state meant damage not only to the flesh—but to the soul itself. Losing a limb in this form was akin to losing a piece of one's very existence, and such wounds could take eons to mend—if they could be healed at all.

So despite standing tall as apparent victors, none of the trio smiled. In fact, both Azan and Marcus were seething. Their rage boiled just beneath the surface—half of it directed toward the crater where Cain had fallen, and the other half aimed squarely at Divine Calamity.

No matter how many treasures or favors they extracted from Divine Calamity, it would never be enough to compensate for the catastrophic losses they had endured.

But there was no time to drown in bitterness. Their attention shifted—finally—to the battlefield across the Everlife Continent.

Until now, they had been too locked in combat to fully perceive the war unfolding below. But as they surveyed it from above, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Four Prima Deities were missing, two of them at the peak of the rank, and over half a million Divine Cultivators from their side had been massacred.

The devastation was incomprehensible.

Even considering the weakening effect of the Everlife Continent Formation, even factoring in terrain and resistance, they had possessed overwhelming numerical superiority.

Yet somehow, they had suffered losses that bordered on ruinous.

Divine Calamity could barely comprehend it. He had already promised double payment for any casualties. Now, with the extent of their losses made clear, he couldn't even fathom how he would make good on that promise.

Debt to Marcus and Azan loomed over him like a death sentence.

Frustrated and humiliated, Divine Calamity's feeble mental state collapsed into hatred. He was ready to unleash devastation upon the battlefield, regardless of the cost. Even wounded, his power remained overwhelming—more than enough to swing the tide and tilt the war decisively in their favor.

But just as he began to channel his energy, two piercing glares stopped him cold.

Marcus and Azan both turned to him, their eyes like blades, cutting deep into his intent. Their message was clear: stand down.

Saturn hesitated, confused, but obeyed.

The two Archdeities then turned their gazes toward the warriors of the Scarlet Path, who were still reeling from the fall of their leader.

Azan's voice boomed through the sky like divine thunder, carrying the weight of sovereignty.

"The Scarlet King is defeated."

"His reign is over. So ends his story."

Then came Marcus, his voice like an echo that pierced time itself.

"You are great warriors with glorious potential. Recognize your defeat. Lower your heads—and we will grant you a new path."

"Serve us. Join our dominion. And live."

Their voices reverberated across the continent, speaking directly into the minds and hearts of every member of the Scarlet Path.

Divine Calamity clenched his fists. The rage that twisted in his chest nearly made him burst. Not only would he be forced to pay for the Scarlet Path's kills, but now he would also be denied the satisfaction of vengeance—because these warriors were being offered clemency.

He never imagined that the warriors of the Scarlet Path would refuse.

After all, to say "no" to Azan and Marcus was the same as choosing certain death.

But as the order came—to kneel—the response was not what anyone expected.

Not a single warrior obeyed.

Not one lowered their head.

Instead, they stood tall.

Their eyes glowed with red flames, and their spines were straight as spears.

Even those like Pation and Lucrezia, who had joined the Scarlet Path for selfish reasons—wealth, power, survival—stood side-by-side with their comrades. They had witnessed something profound on this battlefield. Something that transcended personal ambition.

This battle had changed them.

It had shown them that there was a better way to live. A path of courage, conviction, and honor.

They had found something worth fighting for.

Something worth dying for.

Their hearts burned with unshakable belief.

They would never bow to another king.

They would never serve the World Breaker or the Lord of the Last Step.

They would bow to no one but the Scarlet King.