The void screamed.
Not with sound—but with existence.
The instant the final message dissipated, Kael truly felt the core of Chaos around him for the first time. Not as a place. Not as an object. But as a living, hungry, pulsating thing, too ancient to have a name.
That's where he was.
Inside the stomach of primordial error.
The core of Chaos wasn't a sphere, nor a static source. It was an inverted heart, formed from layers of crushed reality, broken mana, torn laws, and condensed will. It expanded and contracted like an impossible lung, sucking in everything around it: matter, energy, souls, concepts.
And now…
it was trying to suck Kael in.
Any other being would have been erased in the same instant. Dissolved. Rewritten. Transformed into raw fuel.
But Kael Scarlet opened his eyes.
Eyes that hadn't existed moments before.
Eyes that now saw Chaos not as something incomprehensible—but as sustenance.
