In All Chaos There Is A Cosmos นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“However, one of the satellites managed to capture this before it was destroyed. As you can see, it’s a rupture in space, directly connected to Zoi’s real body.” “What is he planning to do with that?” Quinn asked, zooming in on the picture. Willow had the same question. If Zoi wanted to destroy the earth, he could’ve done it a long time ago. He wanted something else. And it had to do with his chaos energy. “I can only conclude that he wants something on earth, and he plans to use a massive amount of Chaos energy to do it.” Orion talked his wrist and the holograms disappeared. “This might be the end of the world, and I need ideas. Anyone?” Willow was the first to speak, though he was sure tha

Flowing the land and filling to the streams of the connecting river. Death! Bodies are piled high like the mountain. Scattered the once happy lands. Screams! They are louder every passing time. Piercing into everyone's ears from afar. Even the strongest of foes must quiver at the sound. Ash! It’s falling from the sky and onto the ground, scorching the land. Gone are the trees and fields. The once earthy and breezy place has decayed. Darkness! The sun has not risen since the war started. All lands have been cursed. One can not tell whether it's night or day unless you tap into the source of the cause. The energy of the dark witch Ophelia and this was only the beginning.

Everyday that I see the sun rise is torture to my soul. Every morning that I wake up without Don by my side tears my heart into a million pieces. I don’t know where life ends and where death starts. They’ve both become the same to me. It has made me prisoner in this dark perilous place called my mind. I sit by the window every night and wait for the morning never breaks, but that even is too much to ask. This is my own hell. This is my own home.

Chaos And Apocalypse. All hope is bestowed upon him to undo what he had already done. All hope is bestowed upon him to stop the Chaos that was about the wreck all humanity.

I took a step forward to draw closer to her and whispered into her ear, “Did you think that they were your knights? No. You were just a tool they used to show off their charm, a tool they could control however they wanted. Now, you’re no longer useful, so it’s only natural that they’ve cast you aside.” “You…” Her face turned pale. “While you enjoyed being treated like the center of the universe, you should’ve expected the day when that attention disappears.” I straightened my back and bypassed her to continue walking. “Your tears are useless to me and to them now.” Even as I heard her muffled whimpers behind me, I did not stop moving. Every second I wasted on her was a sign of disrespect to

By spirit. A cold wind blew through the room yet no doors were open. Suddenly, Bishop Zaphan’s smile vanished. “Enough,” he hissed. “You don’t understand what we keep at bay. We maintain spiritual equilibrium. If you burn everything, chaos will come.” James stepped closer, eyes glowing faintly. “Chaos is already here. You just kept it hidden behind offerings.” He opened the journal Eliora gave him and read aloud a prophecy from decades past one her father wrote:

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

I looked deeply at Bianca one last time before closing my eyes in despair. Before I passed out, the only thing I remembered was someone shouting beside my ear. "He's coughing up blood!"