Chapter 2483: Order and Chaos at once
Almor could not stop trembling as his mind was forced to witness the might of The Flow. It was not a conventional attack. There were no blades, no flames, no crushing fists—only truth. The raw, unfiltered truth of existence poured into him, tearing apart every illusion that had once anchored his sanity.
His consciousness was dragged into that boundless current that connected all things, where past and future intertwined, where self and other dissolved, where everything was one and one was everything.
His sanity began to unravel as he struggled to comprehend a realm in which individuality was nothing more than a fleeting ripple in an endless ocean. He saw lives merging and separating, stars igniting and fading, civilizations rising and collapsing in the span of a breath. He felt himself expanding, stretching across eternity, only to be crushed back into the fragile shell of his mortal frame.
Tears streamed from his eyes as his resistance crumbled. His trembling intensified until, at last, his body went limp.
The Royal Blutlinie still breathed.
But his mind was gone.
Martin had witnessed everything.
He could not stop the shudder that ran through him. He had experienced the Power of Fear firsthand, and despite being a battle-tested warrior, his will and spirit had been shattered, reducing him to a terrified child who could only think of fleeing. Yet the man with the red mask had faced an even greater illusion—one cast by a master of fear—and shattered it in a single heartbeat.
Then he had subjected Almor to something far worse.
"A King-Level powerhouse... perhaps even higher," Martin thought, his mind finally clearing now that Almor’s oppressive aura no longer clouded it. "Where did he come from?"
It was obvious this man did not belong to the Eternal Soul Kingdom. But Martin was equally certain he was not part of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom either. No such figure had been reported among their forces in the Eighth Realm.
As Martin struggled to determine how to handle this unpredictable presence, the masked man turned toward him.