Chapter 379: HEIR OF CHAOS
The words struck them like a physical blow.
An Avatar of Eternity?
Not just a wielder of divine power—Kaelen had become an extension of it.
"Hold on, aren’t you an Eternal!? How the hell are you here!?" But Guinevere was the first to react rationally to the situation as she hurriedly asked Judgement with a shocked look on her face. Once she asked that, the others except Kaelen quickly caught on and had similar expression on their faces.
Judgement’s gaze moved over the others, not unkind, but assessing. "I am here because Kaelen broke my prison during his rebirth. Apparently, I was sealed in that Ruptured sky tower since the dark ages."
"Oh, oh!?" Morris muttered as he gradually became overwhelmed along with the others to what Judgement said.
After that, Morris couldn’t help but to swallowed hard, his mind replaying every spar, every laugh, every fight they’d shared with Kaelen—now realizing they had been walking beside something destined to eclipse mortal limits.
Kaelen, however, didn’t seem interested in basking in the revelation. He stepped forward, his expression tightening.
"Where’s Kelvin?"
The abruptness startled them, but before anyone could answer, the world itself seemed to shudder. Not far from them, a burst of light tore through the air—brilliant, chaotic, and alive. The ground rumbled beneath their feet, and strange ripples of mana and qi interwove in the disturbance, creating a harmonic hum that set their bones vibrating.
Ethan’s eyes widened. "That... that’s Kelvin."
Guinevere turned sharply. "What’s happening to him?"
Ethan shook his head slowly, a flicker of concern in his voice. "Before your extraordinary display of being reborn... he felt you. Not just your power—your change. It triggered something in him. He said he needed to be alone, somewhere no one could interfere. I think... this is his reaction to your rebirth."
"This is strange, I can sense an unfamiliar magic from that place" Eternity suddenly spoke within Kaelen.
Kaelen’s eyes narrowed, the edge of urgency bleeding into his calm. Judgement’s gaze shifted toward the phenomenon, the faintest hint of intrigue sparking in those vast, cosmic eyes.
Without another word, Kaelen’s hand moved in a silent gesture, and they all began toward the source. The chamber’s broken stones and collapsed arches gave way to a corridor of unstable reality, where the air warped and shimmered from Kelvin’s growing storm of energy.
Judgement walked beside Kaelen, his golden chains dragging faint lines of light across the ground. Morris, Guinevere, Ethan, and Eirana followed close, hearts pounding—not just because of what they might find, but because they now moved in the company of two beings who could unmake realms.
And somewhere ahead, Kelvin awaited—caught in a transformation none of them could yet predict.
And so, after a while, Kaelen and the others arrived at a corridors as they follow the directions where the phenomenon is happening.
The corridor was no longer stone and air.
It was distortion.
Every step they took forward warped the ground into half-formed shapes—sometimes jagged crystal, sometimes pools of black liquid that rippled without touch. The air was thick with a pressure that felt nothing like Kaelen’s rebirth; it was heavier, darker, and more volatile, like the inside of a storm that refused to choose between creation and annihilation.
The deeper they went, the more the hum of Kelvin’s power became a roar—low, resonant, and pulsing with a rhythm that matched a heartbeat.
"Why am I having goosebumps for this?" Ethan suddenly asked with a pensive look on his face. "Not only you, but my body is oddly reacting to what is happening here. Even Voidcloak seems to be frightened by what is happening too" Eirana suddenly interjected with a serious look on her face as the Voidcloak clings closely to Eirana’s back.
"Strange, this energy feels completely new to me" Judgement suddenly said with an intrigue look on her face. "But I can deduct that this is not a normal orthodox magic"
After a while longer, they finally emerged into a chamber that was no natural formation of Aetheris. It was a spherical space of fractured night, the walls turning endlessly between crimson and obsidian, as if bleeding light and swallowing it in the same breath.
At its center floated Kelvin.
He hung suspended in the air, arms slightly outstretched, head bowed. From his chest, the Orb of Chaos blazed like a dying star—veins of dark crimson energy spider-webbing outward, threading into his veins and vanishing beneath his skin. Each pulse from the orb shook the entire space, distorting the air until reality itself hissed.
Around him, fragments of his past self churned in orbit. His battered scythe floated at one side, its jagged edge dripping with shadow; tendrils of black magic wrapped it, repairing fractures and deepening the steel to a hue that drank light. Opposite it, waves of pure Dark Magic swirled like a cosmic tide, collapsing and exploding into shapes too strange for the mortal eye to name.
And bleeding between them all, like rivers through a shattered world, was blood-red Qi—viscous, alive, and violent, moving in deliberate streams that carved the air before merging back into him.
Eirana’s breath caught. "He’s... fusing them all."
Judgement’s eyes narrowed, the cosmic constellations within them reflecting the glow of the Orb of Chaos. "Not fusing," he said, voice deep and absolute. "The Chaos within him is unbelievably rewriting the laws that bound each aspect of his being. His Qi, his Magic, his weapon... they will no longer be separate forces. They will obey only him."
Kelvin’s head rose slightly, his eyes still closed—but his expression was strained, almost pained. His lips moved, though no sound came, until a ripple of black fire rolled off him and broke across the chamber walls. The space groaned as if alive.
Guinevere stepped forward. "Kelvin!"
The moment her voice touched the air, the Orb of Chaos flared violently, and Kelvin’s body arched backward as though pulled by invisible chains. The blood-red Qi spiraled outward into massive glyphs of warping geometry, symbols older than the Ruptured Sky itself, while his Dark Magic formed a vortex beneath him, a second sky that spun faster and faster.
Then his scythe screamed.
Not with sound, but with intent—the steel reshaping itself, absorbing streaks of Chaos light and Qi until it no longer looked like forged metal at all. Its haft was now a column of living shadow, its blade an arc of crystallized crimson that dripped sparks into the void.
"Now I know why I found this energy unfamiliar. This is the fusion of Chaos and Void Magic" Eternity suddenly said within Kaelen.
"Chaos and Void Magic!?" Kaelen exclaimed within himself with a shocked look on his face since he didn’t expect Kaelen’s magic to be Void and Chaos Magic.
"Yes. These are two magics that I admonished into the Labyrinth since I noticed that these two magics don’t bring anything good. But it seems like those magic won’t be casted away so easily"
"Hold on, Kelvin got that orb that is at the center of everything from a fragment of a Dark Mage in a strange ruin many months ago. And this Mage was a rival to another great Arch-Mage named Alaric the great who apparently is the creator of the Blade of Eternity. So what exactly aren’t you telling me Eternity?" Kaelen quickly questioned when he noticed that there was something off with what Eternity has explained to him to far.
"Oh? So you actually know that part of history? Then there is no need to be cautious" Eternity suddenly said slightly surprised before his tone quickly became solemn. "I know of Alaric along with his rival that you speak of. But what you don’t know that I do is that Alaric wasn’t the one who created. No mortal is capable of achieving such fear even if he went through ascension like what you just passed through"
"Wait what? Then what actually happened?" Kaelen asked very much in disbelief to what he just heard.
"Alaric was the one who made it possible for mortals such as yourself to be able to wield power even with the system I implemented. And it wasn’t only him, a group I have forgotten it’s name also aided in achieving the task. But why Alaric was exceptional is because it cost him his life to make this possible."
"No way...." Kaelen muttered in extreme shock. But Eternity didn’t seem to mind how Kaelen felt about this as he continued in intrigue. "But I didn’t expect his rival to do such a suicidal task of using the source of these two destructive magic to make an orb and had it embedded on a child. I wonder how will things play out for the boy from here on."
Right after that, Kaelen calmly took in a deep breath before he took one step forward. The sudden resonance between his divinity and Kelvin’s Chaos was undeniable.
"He’s not just awakening," Kaelen murmured. "He’s... being reborn."
Back in the environment Kaelen along with his friends find themself in, the space tightened, compressing until the walls of the chamber bent inward like the closing jaws of a beast. The glyphs of Qi ignited into scarlet fire, consuming themselves, until they shot directly into Kelvin’s chest. The Orb of Chaos flared one last time, flooding the chamber with pure black-crimson light.
When it cleared, Kelvin was no longer suspended.
He stood on the fractured ground, head tilted slightly, eyes glowing a deep, endless red threaded with onyx. His breath steamed in the cold air, and every movement he made carried an unnatural stillness—like the pause before a blade fell. The scythe was in his hand, its new form seeming both impossibly heavy and weightless.
The blood-red Qi curled lazily around his arms and shoulders like sentient smoke, and his Dark Magic clung to him like a second skin, subtly bending the air where it touched.
Kelvin’s gaze swept the chamber before settling on Kaelen. Something unspoken passed between them—not just acknowledgment, but recognition.
"Kaelen," Kelvin said, his voice lower, richer, and edged with something otherworldly. "You’ve changed."
Kaelen allowed the faintest smirk. "So have you."
Behind them, Morris, Ethan, Guinevere, and Eirana stood in stunned silence. They had come to witness the aftermath of one impossible transformation—now they stood between two beings who had both stepped beyond the mortal chain in completely different ways.
Judgement’s gaze moved between them, as if weighing an unspoken prophecy. "The God of Eternity... and the Heir of Chaos," he murmured. "Aetheris will not remain the same."