"Chaos...?"
Sharnoth blinked in surprise.
"Yes, but not as the world defines it.
Chaos is not destruction, madness, or sin.
Chaos is the raw breath of all things.
The spark before creation.
The will to defy all written fate.
You were born with the Fate that tried to tame you.
But you are not who you were supposed to be anymore.
You now walk on your own Path,
A Path of Freedom."
Zylarith’s hand hovered above the Seed.
"Eat this and everything will be unmade.
Your Energy, your Soul, your very Foundation will be torn apart.
You will begin again—not as a creature of Darkness, but as a Daughter of Chaos."
Sharnoth’s heart shuddered at those words, her fingers trembled.
She thought of her mother’s face, the chains that bound her, the cage of Radiance, the nights she bled, the mornings she was unable to scream. She thought of the Herald of Justice who smirked at her, the laughing guards and—
She thought of the promise she made—not with her lips, but with her very being.
Her Revenge.
The Princess clenched her fists, the trembling stopped.
She took a breath.
Then, slowly... she reached out.
Her fingers closed around the Seed of Uncreation—and the moment she touched it, her skin blistered, not from heat or cold, but from the sheer absence it carried. It wasn’t poison. It wasn’t power. It was the undoing of meaning itself.
Her body shook, blood leaked from her eyes, it was painful, but the little girl was so used to pain by now that it didn’t matter.
She just tightened her hold around the seed and,
She ate it.
The Seed slid down her throat and the moment it reached her core—
BOOOM
The very reality shook.
"KRAAA@#@\$!!#!K!!"
A scream—her scream—split through the world, but no sound came out, or maybe the world just couldn’t comprehend that scream and put a voice to it.
Sharnoth’s Energy circuits collapsed, her soul and her body, everything was restructured. The little girl continued to scream silently.
Even the strongest Beasts in the World trembled without knowing or understanding why. The entire process lasted six months,
And finally,
The Princess was reborn, purple-black energy surrounding her body, her crimson eyes shining brightly.
Zylarith, who saw this scene, smiled.
"You are finally free, child."
After this, Sharnoth’s training began.
Zylarith became her teacher.
He didn’t teach her any Spells, Sword Skills, or any other Powers.
He only taught her one thing,
Chaos.
The very meaning behind Chaos.
"Chaos is not a weapon. It is a truth.
Spells rot. Techniques fade.
But Truth... truth remains."
"What is Chaos?"
He asked her each day.
And every time she answered, he shook his head.
"Freedom?"
"No. That is a consequence."
"Destruction?"
"No. That is a byproduct."
"Creation?"
"Only if you see what was never meant to be."
BOOOOM
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