"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.
