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she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

“She did an amazing rendition of one of our K-pop songs for a talent show the school was holding.” My mouth hung open as I watched my old Director volunteer me to help Director Wilson. My current Director turned toward me, and a small smile formed on her face. “You play?” She looked at me expectantly. “I mean…yeah. But I don’t have anything prepared.” I shook my head. “It’s okay, just something in the background would be fine. You would be saving the day. The musicians should be here in fifteen minutes tops.” She nodded at me. “Do it, Wake. What a way to start the semester.” Cora said as she laughed.

But with Micheal you just had to expect more puzzling perspectives than any abstract painting that you could find. We couldn’t find a perfect proposal setting together, as everyone seemed to think their idea was the most sensible and the most likely to get Olivia to shed tears of joy. But now there was the case of me not being exactly sure if I wanted her to cry for me, not even if it was on a happy note. I didn’t believe that this thing called “tears of joy” actually existed. Maybe it was mainly because I have never done it before or also because I didn’t seem to understand a logic behind an occasion making you so happy you cry.

He said that made me pout. I can still hear Chaos cursing, he called us last night asking for an update if Peace is fine or if we already had her but when we said ‘Not yet’ he started to transform to a cursing machine and I even hear vases being destroyed on the background and he warn us that if something bad happen to Peace he will bury alive or even skin us alive. See how cruel is that f*cker? The motherf*cking Chaos that is known for being a monster fallen so damn hard to a girl named Peace that is his complete opposite.

She exhaled and accepted Gemini's handshake but that didn't go well because Gemini was a spirit and her hand alongside her body was transparent. "My celestial spirit?" Diana muttered to herself, clear enough for Gemini's hearing. "Yes! Diana, you have more than you think you are." Gemini's words had some hidden meanings that Diana didn't understand. "What do you mean?" "You've been assigned to be Chaos's redeemer. And he can't be redeemed without a fight." Chaos? Who the hell is Chaos? Is that a name of a person? Diana was confused. Her head was spinning due to the excess confusion.

“But it was alone. The chord is complex. It has tension and resolution. It has a story. Which one feels more like life?” The crowd was silent, considering. “They are asking us to defend chaos,” Lyra said. “And that is hard. But we are not defending chaos for its own sake. We are defending the potential within chaos. The potential for new stories, new songs, new ways of being. The Pattern offers you a finished, perfect painting. We offer you a blank canvas and a set of brushes. It’s terrifying. But it’s freedom.”

Let me get to that. First and foremost, as stated earlier, how can there be destruction without life? And how can there be destruction without chaos? It's simple really. Life births destruction, and destruction, life. So where does chaos fit in? Chaos is the energy that makes the two thrive. The Universe has faced destruction many times, and it has birthed life in so many different ways and forms. Chaos is the name given to formless energy that swims so freely in every corner of the cosmos- some more than others. It isn't called chaos for no reason. It is so called because just like actual chaos, it brings destruction in its wake. It is a dangerous form of energy. One that can easily take a

"I can teach you, but my dear child, by doing so the universe will be out of balance. Chaos will come. Is it something you can shoulder?" "Whose Chaos?" "Chaos is the destruction of earth." Ruby have heard about Chaos. Chaos is human's destroyer. It looks at every opportunity to wipe out the human race. She have read in many books that the Phoenix Goddess and other Gods and Goddess who have high magical and spiritual powers can get rid of him. She's not afraid. She will send Chaos back to where it came from. With confidence she said, "Yes! I can do it. To break this ugly spell I will do it."

said Chaos. The Orcs seemed eager, cheering for him, while the former slaves were a bit concerned. "Then please, my Lord, let me be the first to be blessed by your powers," said Dura, walking towards Chaos. Chaos nodded as he didn't mind her being first. "Sure thing, Mutagenic Miasma," said Chaos, conjuring the spell he had created, which created a special miasma with very high mutagenic qualities within it, a bit of this black fog-like substance was enough to cover Dura's entire body.

Sliding into the backseat of an Uber, I clutch my bag to my chest like a shield. I have him— whatever's in here is something he doesn't want anybody to see. But when I unlock my phone, the screen lights up with a push notification that drains every drop of blood from my face. New Music Video: "Muse" - Watch Now. My mouth goes dry. The bastard couldn't have. It's been what? Twenty— Thirty minutes? With a trembling thumb, I tap the link. The video opens on a gritty, unfamiliar set. I let out a hollow laugh.