Chapter 2305: Searching for the prophet
Every seven hours, the World Matrix manifested for ten minutes in the Void Beyond the Fourth Realm, stretching its golden radiance across the Heart of Sin.
For Neo-Angel Crowley, it was deeply disturbing. He did not understand what was happening, and the more the manifestations repeated, the more agitation slid into his voice and movement.
Even his prophet, normally so efficient and so confident, could not provide answers. Every attempt at divination failed. Every prediction collapsed. The radiation of the World Matrix was too intense; it drowned perception and bent probability. It rendered foresight useless. It blinded even beings accustomed to reading fate.
By contrast, for the warriors of the Life Path stationed outside the Heart of Sin, the manifestation was nothing short of marvelous. It drew wonder and reverence. The phenomenon did not terrify them—it ignited awe. Whenever those ten minutes arrived, murmurs ran through the armies. Even the hardened ArchDeities looked upward with light in their eyes. Many believed a new weapon was being formed in silence, some hidden trump card was awakening.
They were not entirely wrong. Something was rising. But what rose was not merely a weapon.
Cain sat in meditation while the threads of the World Matrix flowed into his muscles. Suddenly, his eyes glowed with layered illumination. His body trembled with power; tendons and muscles vibrated beneath his skin. For a brief instant, every fiber across his form seemed marked by luminous engravings—as though the rules of the universe were being carved directly into his flesh.
"I have completed the first level."
The Scarlet King’s voice was calm, but his expression carried a thrill that even he could not restrain. His strength had not increased in absolute destructive terms, but something far more subtle had changed.
His physical vessel had altered. His blood resisted corruption. His tissues rejected invasive influence. His body had become harder to damage—not through shields, but through biological and metaphysical resilience granted by the cosmic rules now engraved in his muscles.
A breath later, Cain released tension. The Chaos Wings dissolved. The World Matrix faded. Silence returned.