The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1258

Chapter 1258: I understand Chapter 1258: I understand Cain continued clashing with the Tornadoes of Hatred, but it was a futile endeavor.

Every time he blasted one apart, the shards would regather after a few seconds, swirling back into their menacing forms.

However, the black energy they left inside his body remained, and he felt it coursing through his veins.  Despite his higher domain and understanding over the Oniric Truhf of Hatred and his best efforts to expel it, the Hateful Essence clung stubbornly to him, and trying to purge it was nearly impossible-especially as more and more Tornadoes of Hatred bombarded him, continuously increasing the amount of Hateful Essence flooding his body and mind.

The frozen landscape echoed with the sounds of battle.

Cain unleashed torrents of scarlet flames and crackling lightning, shattering the tornadoes in bursts of elemental fury.

Yet, while he kept most of them at a distance, some still forced melee confrontations, generating countless tiny cuts on his scales.

Though they were shallow, through these wounds, more Hateful Essence seeped into him.

The dark energy swirled within, growing denser, its influence spreading like poison.

As the Hateful Essence accumulated, Cain’s thoughts began to twist.

Visions of destruction and chaos flickered in his mind.

Hateful whispers echoed in his consciousness: “Why struggle against the inevitable?” “Let rage consume you.” “Destroy them all; it’s what they deserve.” Those words boomed inside Cain’s mind, louder than any thunder, seeking to twist his thoughts and willpower, forcing him onto a path that promised great power.

“Embrace the hatred.

Unleash your true power.” “Silence!” he roared, his voice echoing across the Frozen Abyss.

With that single shout, the voices were subdued, suppressed by the sheer force of his willpower.

He was a Master of Order, and no external force could corrupt his mind and will.  However, that did not mean he was unscathed.

The Power of Order allowed him to handle the most glaring problems, but the Hateful Essence still lingered, spreading through his body and mind, numbing his rationality and clouding his senses.

The Tornadoes of Hatred seemed to multiply before his eyes, their numbers distorted by his impaired perception, making the battle even more daunting.

Determined to keep the foes at bay, Cain tried to fight from a distance.

He soared above the icy terrain, launching fireballs and bolts of lightning at the approaching tornadoes.

Each explosion of energy sent shards of ice scattering, but the fragments would merely coalesce again, re-forming into new Tornadoes of Hatred.

His ranged attacks only delayed the inevitable; they could not halt the relentless advance.

The tornadoes closed in from all directions, their swirling forms emitting an eerie howl.

Cain’s breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to maintain his composure.

The Hateful Essence within him was reaching a critical point.

His vision blurred, and a searing pain shot through his body.

Suddenly, Cain’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the Hateful Essence morph into black hands made of fog.

They materialize inside his body, clutching at his internal organs.

The phantom grip tightened, sending waves of agony coursing through him.

“Ahhh!” Despite his endurance, Cain could not help but cry out in pain.

Realizing the severity of his condition, he immediately retreated at full speed, leaving the range of the Tornadoes of Hatred.

He descended rapidly, landing heavily on the frozen ground.

Kneeling, he clutched his chest, scarlet flames flickering weakly around him as he fought to expel the invasive energy.

He coughed violently, expelling mouthfuls of black, tainted blood onto the ice.

The scarlet dragon’s breathing was rough as he continued to purge the black fog from his system.

His flames intensified, burning brighter as he directed them inward to combat the Hateful Essence.

After a grueling struggle, the phantom hands dissolved, and the pain subsided.

Cain stood slowly, his body and mind exhausted.

He gazed back at the Tornadoes of Hatred, a contemplative look on his face as he analyzed all that had transpired.

“The Hateful Essence they leave inside me is strange,” he mused.

“It clings to my body, revolving and growing more powerful.

It’s impossible to expel it while fighting all those tornadoes.

So what should I do?” Cain’s mind raced as he considered countless scenarios, trying to figure out the best path forward.

No matter how hard he tried, there was no straightforward method to vanquish, repel, or expel the Hateful Essence.

Once it entered him, it remained unless he took extreme measures, causing himself harm to purge it.

A deep frown creased his brow.

After several hours of fruitless contemplation, he took a deep breath and cleared his mind.

“The answer won’t come easily,” he realized.

“Perhaps the best path is to familiarize myself more with the Oniric Truth of Hatred, to understand its essence more deeply.

Then I might see the way forward more clearly.” The Frozen Abyss was the perfect place for such training.

Surrounded by the very embodiment of hatred, Cain settled into a meditative stance.

Hours became days, days became weeks, and weeks turned into months.

He remained unmoving, fully immersing himself in the Oniric Truth of Hatred.

He drew upon the power of his Dragon Sinful Heart and his intuitive understanding of the Oniric Truth of Wrath to navigate complex emotions and energies.

Finally, after sixty days, Cain opened his eyes.

A sense of enlightenment shone within them as he gazed ahead, a confident smile forming on his face.

“I understand now,” he whispered.

Cain rose into the air and dashed forward, soon reaching the domain of the Tornadoes of Hatred once more.

Immediately, the crystalline entities made of frozen shards converged on him from all directions.

This time, however, Cain did not fight against them.

Instead, he allowed them to reach his body.

Small cuts appeared across his scales-not deep enough to cause significant harm, even if they numbered in the hundreds of thousands.

The amount of Hateful Essence that flowed into his body was staggering, and it didn’t take more than thirty seconds before it began to reach a critical stage.