Will of chaos

Author: As mentioned before, I was very sick this month. Actually, it was from the end of last month to the beginning of this month. I’ve had a very high fever for the last few days, but I’m better. Honestly, I don’t like to be idle, so I’m going to get back to my usual routine, since keeping my head clear is better for me.

I’m writing this here just as an explanation for those who saw the story stop for three days straight. After all, an explanation is the least those who follow my story deserve for my sudden disappearance for days.

Now back from the commercials (of three days).

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Pov Lena:

Watching the fight only made me more anxious. The situation was out of control, the stakes were too high, not to mention the thing unleashed by my sister’s Avatar. The Lady of Hatred alone was a problem if she unleashed her true power.

But none of this worries me more than the Ritual being performed by Hatred. Thanks to Vida’s memories, I have an idea of ​​Hatred’s intentions.

“When will Callidora act?” (me)

“She must have already acted, or she’s waiting for the right moment.” (Cortana)

“There’s no way she’d let Hatred use his power like that, especially if there’s a chance it could succeed.” (Cortana)

“This is going to be a mess, we can’t even help.” (me)

“This won’t last long, with this thing already half-awake.” (Cortana)

“I still don’t understand the reason for releasing that.” (me)

“The conditions were perfect; with so many Avatars present, it would be a perfect backup plan in case Zenos can’t handle it.” (Cortana)

“Death is using you.” (me)

“I know, I knew it from the start, and yet I allowed it.” (Cortana)

“Someone needs to take care of this thing, and Zenos has the best chance. I only agreed to do it after he defeated that Fallen Lord of Chaos.” (Cortana)

“We should have done this later…” (me)

Sigh

Right in front of us, the fighting intensified, and shadows of hands began to be seen within the miasma. It was clear that Zenos’s presence had accelerated the process.

I exchanged a look with my sister. Her current calm seemed more irresponsible to me. She trusted Zenos too much, even though she knew he hadn’t Transcended yet.

“Don’t look at me like that.” (Cortana)

“Just explain to me, why are you so confident in him handling this?” (me)

“This thing is similar to your Divine Beast, Hinata, in many ways. Not to mention that its core is chaos power, so why do you doubt he can handle it?” (Cortana)

“Like is not the same, just as we are both similar and yet completely different.” (Me)

“You think too much like Vida, you’re letting yourself be too influenced by your memories.” (Cortana)

“And you’re letting yourself be too influenced by Zenos. We need wisdom, not improvisation.” (Me)

“You must see this.” (Tarzor)

Suddenly, Tarzor interrupts our discussion and shows us what Zenos found behind the miasma, what looks like a Black Sun.

“The Ritual of Incubation of the Taint, its twenty-third version.” (Me)

“This is bad. Hatred has discovered how to succeed. She created a Transcendental Soul from her Concept. I can feel it. The Soul is being nourished by the Ascendant Laws, escaping the natural flow.” (Cortana)

“Not only that, I can sense that this Soul is in a process of rebirth; its body is being created.” (Me)

The situation was serious; it was bad, very bad on the scale of creation itself. Few Entities possess a true body. Even Life and Death possess only mental bodies. Reincarnation uses its Concept to take over bodies that would otherwise be abandoned or born without a Soul. Even Callidora and Prague possess only a universal body.

Almost all Entities exist in a completely ethereal form. Some don’t even possess a mental body. Those who possess bodies capable of utilizing their full capabilities are rare, such as my Sister, myself, Reincarnation, the Merchant, and now Urd.

There have been cases in the past, but these led to wars that devastated hundreds of entire universes. If the Entity were neutral, that would be one thing, but if it were extremist, it would be simply horrific for all of creation. Among the few occasions where such situations have occurred, there are two perfect examples.

The Entity of Sovereignty managed to create a body for itself and then began a fifty-year campaign to seize control of all Creation, ruling over all.

Another example was the Entity of Goodness, which attempted to eradicate everything that wasn’t good. It personally eradicated hundreds of universes before War personally fought against it.

“Can he do anything about it?” (Me)

“I don’t know, maybe there’s no stopping it… look.” (Cortana)

“That’s… shit!” (Me)

“That’s bad.” (Me)

“What did you see?” (Tarzor)

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Pov Zenos:

As soon as I emerged from the miasma cloud, I was terrified by what I found inside, but that passed as soon as I looked ahead, finally contemplating the work of Hatred.

It was a Black Sun, just as I had seen from afar. It was surrounded by a crystal ring from which currents extended into its interior, where the other end fused into a purple light in the shape of an oval silhouette.

The black and white lights I had seen from afar formed columns of energy. Now I could see their origins, two skulls, one skull possessing a white light filled with pure vitality on top, and the other rising with a reverse waterfall of black death energy below.

This was an incredibly horrific sight, not because of the astonishing sight, but because of what the eye could not see or hear.

I could feel it all, could hear the whispers of agony coming from the black flames, could sense the evil wills in the purple light, could sense a presence of pure hatred filled with eternal resentment growing within this Black Sun.

This was no longer a Universal Core; it was a universal-scale incubator. Hatred was breeding something within, something horrific for which a massive sacrifice must have been made. I could feel goosebumps rise on my skin at the mere thought of what had been done to bring this thing into existence in this state.

Just being near it was bad enough; it was a feeling of revulsion, and I soon understood where it was coming from. I could feel traces of the Infernal Power everywhere, but they were just residue. If I hadn’t known Hatred was directly involved in this, I would have thought this was another one of Callidora’s plans.

I don’t know how the Avatar of Hatred managed to get his hands on Callidora’s power, but that didn’t matter. I knew instinctively that I couldn’t stop it. My Concept was pulsing within me, and I knew the reason.

This was an act of transformation in its entirety; it was an affirmation of my Concept of Chaos, in a sense. Even though it was incomplete, I still felt it, a certainty as profound as the certainty of hunger for those who have gone days without food.

I couldn’t destroy or stop this thing; the mere thought of attempting such a thing made my mind ache to the point where I clutched my head in pain and my Soul vibrated.

“I don’t know what to do…” (me)

“Think… think, Zenos… think…!!!” (me)

I truly lost all composure at this moment. I’d never felt so helpless as I did at this moment, not since I ascended to Godhood, or even before that when I was still a Demigod.

I tried to look for something like a loose thread I could pull. As long as there was something, anything I could do, this thing could be stopped. Something on this scale required several factors to succeed, and clearly colossal preparation had been made for this, even if it were even attempted. As long as I could interfere as little as possible, a domino effect might happen—at least that was my hope.

Unfortunately, the more I looked, the despair only intensified. I could sense that the crystal ring around me wasn’t just a mere decoration; it was a massive circle of energy containing countless wills filled with resentment that harmonized with the Concept of Hatred.

Furthermore, those skulls above and around me were forming a unique micro-scale Reincarnation circle, death and life in constant conflict, forming the transformation of Reincarnation.

The more I felt and saw, the more despair grew. There was nowhere I could touch, my body and Will wouldn’t move to do so. It would be like denying myself. It wasn’t a matter of wanting or desire, it was a situation of true impossibility.

“(Impossibility doesn’t exist, you simply can’t destroy this. Destruction isn’t part of your Concept as an act of finality, and what lies before you is an act of transformation in accordance with your Concept. This is what causes your feeling of impossibility.)” (Paradox)

“(You have the wrong mindset…)” (Paradox)

“Paradox…” (me)

When I was stuck, not knowing what to do for the first time in a long time, perhaps since the time I thought I’d lost Layla because of that Mermaid.

It was in this moment of helplessness that her voice appeared in my mind, not in a tone I’d ever heard before, her enigmatic voice this time as if trying to guide me to an answer, like a teacher teaching a student, and it worked. I realized a possibility that had arisen in my mind.

“I was thinking wrong…” (me)