Endless Chaos – Chaos Void Plane: The Path of Belief
Chapter 10 — The Spreading Light
The battle in the Chaos Void continued.
Golden light clashed with endless darkness as the First Angel of Faith fought the ancient Chaos Devourer at the boundary of the Belief Realm. Each strike of the angel's radiant blade tore through the chaos currents, while the Devourer's monstrous power twisted the void itself.
The newborn Belief Realm trembled, but it did not collapse.
Because far away on the primitive world…
Faith continued to grow.
Inside the temple on the cliff, the villagers were still kneeling in prayer.
Their voices had grown hoarse, but none of them stopped.
The boy—the First Apostle—remained at the center of the temple, his body glowing faintly with golden light.
Through the mark on his chest, he could feel the distant battle.
Every strike.
Every surge of faith.
Every moment of danger.
The protector was fighting for them.
And so they prayed even harder.
"Please protect our guardian."
"Give it strength."
"Let the light win."
Their prayers rose like flames into the sky.
Each word became a thread of belief that traveled across the endless Chaos Void and strengthened the Belief Realm.
The connection between the world and the divine domain had become stronger than ever.
But something unexpected happened that day.
Travelers arrived.
A small group from a distant tribe had followed the rumors spreading through the forests and mountains.
Stories of a monster being destroyed by divine light.
Stories of a temple where prayers were answered.
They approached the village cautiously.
At first, the villagers were suspicious.
But when the travelers saw the massive corpse of the monster still lying outside the settlement, their eyes widened with shock.
"Is it true?" one of them asked.
"You were protected by a god?"
The villagers looked toward the temple proudly.
"The protector saved us."
The travelers slowly walked toward the temple.
Inside, they saw the boy glowing faintly with golden light as the villagers prayed around him.
A strange warmth filled the air.
One of the travelers fell to his knees without realizing it.
Something deep inside him stirred.
Hope.
He closed his eyes and whispered softly.
"If the protector is real…"
"Please watch over my family too."
The moment the prayer left his lips…
A new thread of belief formed.
In the Chaos Void Plane, the golden spark felt it instantly.
A new believer.
From a different tribe.
From outside the original village.
The thread connected to the Belief Realm and merged with the growing river of faith.
The realm expanded again.
Golden light spread across its landscape, strengthening the divine temple and reinforcing the barrier protecting it from the Devourer.
The spark understood something important.
Belief had begun to spread.
Not just within one tribe.
But beyond it.
A religion was being born.
And with every new believer, the Path of Belief grew stronger.
At the edge of the realm, the angel continued its battle.
The Chaos Devourer roared and launched another massive attack, its enormous body crashing through the chaos currents like a living storm.
But this time, the angel did not fight alone.
The Divine Law of Faith pulsed through the realm.
Power surged into the angel's blade.
Golden runes of belief appeared along its radiant wings.
The angel raised its sword high above its head.
Then it spoke again.
"Faith… protects."
A massive beam of divine light shot forward, piercing directly into the Devourer's body.
The monster screamed in rage as the holy energy burned through its chaotic flesh.
For the first time since the battle began…
The Devourer retreated.
Slowly.
Reluctantly.
Its enormous body pulled back into the deeper chaos currents, avoiding the growing divine power surrounding the Belief Realm.
It was not defeated.
But it had realized something.
This newborn realm was no longer easy prey.
The Devourer would wait.
It would grow stronger.
And one day, it would return.
The chaos currents slowly calmed as the monster disappeared into the distant void.
The angel remained at the boundary, watching carefully.
Inside the Belief Realm, the golden spark pulsed quietly.
The first battle had ended.
Faith had survived.
But the spark understood something now.
The Chaos Void was full of ancient beings far more powerful than the Devourer.
If belief was to survive…
It needed more believers.
More worlds.
More power.
And far away, on the primitive world below…
More tribes were already beginning to hear the story.
The story of the God of Light who answered prayers.
The story of the temple on the cliff.
The story of the miracle that killed the monster.
The light of belief had begun to spread across the world.
And this was only the beginning.
Because somewhere deep within the Chaos Void…
Other ancient entities had started watching.
The rise of the Path of Belief had not gone unnoticed.