The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 2123: Enduring against a Neo-Angel

Cain was not the only one advancing through the Fourth Ring.

Far across the obsidian expanse, three women were also making their way through the Stellar Crucible. The one leading them was none other than the True Depravita of Original Sin.

A radiant smile curved her lips as she absorbed one of the falling stars into her body, then released its energy against another descending from the dome. The impact scattered silver fire across the black crystal floor.

The process demanded immense focus and stamina, yet Meylin’s heart overflowed with exhilaration. Every success felt earned — not borrowed from Cain’s teachings, but forged entirely through her own struggle, her own evolving understanding of the Flow.

At her sides moved Anita and Akita. They took part of the burden, guiding stray stars away and echoing Meylin’s movements. Their grasp of the Flow was not as deep as hers, yet their hard work was undeniable; they managed to redirect nearly a third of the energy that the True Depravita could command.

Weeks turned to months. Together, the three women advanced steadily across the field of stars, their coordination tightening until it seemed choreographed. But then the rhythm of the firmament changed.

Ahead of them, the descending stars shimmered with a different kind of light — heavier, colder, somehow aware. Meylin’s expression grew serious. She raised her hand slightly, signaling the sisters to hold their ground. Then, inhaling once, she stepped forward alone.

A single star broke away from the new constellation and hurtled toward her. She met it without fear, drawing its power into her body. For an instant, it behaved like the others — a current of bright water flowing through her limbs. But as she began to circulate it, her eyes widened.

The energy thickened, turning heavy as molten lead. Her control wavered; the weight of it dragged at her soul. Even so, she persisted, forcing the torrent toward her core.

Then another star fell — faster, brighter, merciless.

It struck her chest before she could handle the one already inside her. The explosion hurled her backward through the darkness. Blood sprayed from her lips as she struck the ground, yet even as pain seared her nerves, she did not lose focus. Gritting her teeth, Meylin guided the volatile power inward, transmuting it piece by piece — purging its chaotic weight until only pure raw energy remained. Then she exhaled, releasing it harmlessly into the air.

Anita and Akita rushed to her side, but Meylin raised a trembling hand to stop them. She wiped the blood from her mouth and straightened slowly, her expression composed.

"The stars are changing," she said quietly. "We’ve reached the second phase."

All three women turned their eyes forward. The stars ahead burned with a denser aura, their descent faster and more erratic. It was clear that progress would demand far more refined mastery — and far more risk.

Unfortunately, bad news rarely came alone.

Meylin had barely regained her stance when all three women stiffened, their eyes widening in unison. Something had appeared at the edge of their perception, a terrible and unmistakable sight.

The Neo-Angel.

Shock flashed through his features when he saw them, but it lasted only a moment before his mouth curled into a wide, eager grin. The thrill in his eyes was unmistakable — the joy of a predator sighting prey.

The Sacred Dimension limited the senses, but within the Stellar Crucible, there were no dunes, no fog, no illusions to hide behind. Nothing separated hunter from hunted.

A heartbeat later, the air itself exploded.

Bradly surged forward like a supernova unleashed, every falling star that touched him detonating against his armor of light. The impacts tore at his flesh, cracked his bones, but he ignored the pain entirely, his killing intent blazing like a sun. He would crush them before his body failed.

The pressure of his approach struck Meylin and the sisters like a physical blow. Their lungs seized; the weight of his aura alone was enough to make lesser beings collapse. Running was useless.

Unlike the Neo-Angel, they could not endure the rain of falling stars, and they were far slower. The only path forward was to stand their ground — to fight — using the very stars as both shield and weapon, hoping to break his endurance before he shattered their bodies.

Meylin’s eyes ignited with fury and purpose. Psychic energy erupted around her, coalescing into the image of a dark lotus in full bloom. Four petals glowed like black suns, each radiating the essence of one of the primal sins — Pride, Envy, Gluttony, and Wrath.

Thanks to her brutal training under the True Depravita of Primal Fury and her mastery of emotional resonance during the campaign of the Third Ring, Meylin had awakened the Oniric Truth of Wrath. Her cultivation surged, elevating her to the Middle Arch-Deity Rank. The aura that poured from her form was overwhelming — violent, intoxicating, alive.

"Unicorn Eternal Valkyrie!"

The sisters did not remain still. Their soul force flared, bodies gleaming with radiant light as their auras intertwined. In a flash of blinding brilliance, they collided — not in destruction, but in unity.

From that burst of energy rose a single figure.

A warrior stepped forward, tall and fierce, her very presence vibrating with divine majesty. Flowing white hair spilled down her back like a river of starlight, contrasting sharply with the rune-etched black armor that molded to her form. Crimson markings pulsed across her body and blade, living veins of power.

Fox-like ears and a sweeping tail betrayed her twin heritage — part celestial beast, part divine warrior. A sharp red horn crowned her forehead, glowing with over-sovereign light. Behind her shimmered the phantom image of a blood-red moon, vast and terrible.

Bradly slowed, eyes narrowing. The mockery in his smile deepened into cruelty.

"So," he murmured, "you actually think that will stop me?"

Energy surged through his limbs, veins of turquoise light crawling beneath his skin. His right arm bulged, muscles twisting as divine power condensed within.

With a roar, he swung his fist forward.

The blow tore reality apart. A shockwave burst from his arm, so vast that it seemed to cover the sky itself — a strike powerful enough to shatter a continent, to erase mountains in a single breath.

But neither Meylin nor the Valkyrie flinched.

Side by side, they surged forward, their blades gleaming with defiance and unity. The lotus of sins blazed behind Meylin; the crimson moon burned above the Valkyrie.

Three lines of light met one of divine fury.

And under the eternal night of the Stellar Crucible, as stars rained down like judgment from the firmament, three swords clashed against a fist that could level worlds.