Chapter 13: Embryonic Chaos Core
I stared at the remains of ’Baldy,’ or rather, what was left of it—a pile of ash and the single, ominous word burned into the floorboards:
CHAOS.
Despite everything, I wasn’t overwhelmed by grief. Sure, the ancient scribble had been my best source of knowledge, but I wasn’t sentimental enough to mourn a book. What did bother me, though, was the sheer weight of what had just happened.
Something—someone—had destroyed it the moment I asked about Higher elements.
Which meant... there was a force out there that didn’t want me knowing.
I forced myself to push aside the rising questions and focus on what was in front of me. A faint, pulsing energy lingered in the air where ’Baldy’ had burned, like an echo refusing to fade.
It called to me.
A rational person might have stepped away. Maybe analyzed the situation first, considered the risks.
I, however, had the survival instincts of a horror movie character.
Ignoring every red flag, I reached out—fingers grazing the raw energy.
[ Host has found a Fragment of Primal Chaos Energy. ]