Chapter 82: CHAOS
Einar’s voice came out low, barely above a whisper, but the effect was immediate.
"Do you know about the almighty... Chaos?"
The moment the word left his lips, the air inside the chamber turned suffocating. The temperature dropped, shadows twisted unnaturally, and time itself seemed to skip a beat. Ness’s pupils dilated as a shockwave of invisible force surged through the room, centered entirely on him.
At first, he only blinked. A twinge of discomfort hit his chest, like a sharp inhale of cold wind on a burning throat. But then it intensified—pain like no other, raw and soul-deep. He gasped and fell forward, clutching his head.
"Ngh... W-What did you say...?" His voice was barely recognizable, cracking under pressure.
Einar didn’t move. His expression unreadable. He had seen what happens to someone who even thinks about CHAOS.
’Baldy’—his old friend was a livi....a dead example for it. He deliberately said CHAOS, making the god of darkness think about something he shouldn’t.
Ness’s body shook violently. Veins darkened across his skin like spiderwebs, pulsing with a sickly iridescence. His fingers clawed into the stone floor, shattering it beneath his grip. A sound—somewhere between a scream and a guttural growl—erupted from his throat.
"Y-You fool! That name—" he choked, eyes wide with pure, unfiltered terror. "You weren’t supposed to speak it!"
Dark mist bled from his body like open wounds. His limbs twisted, spasming as if something ancient and vile was trying to tear its way out of him.
Inside his mind, it was worse. Far worse.