"I see.
I was right to choose you, Zylarith Chaosveil."
Nux commented as he looked at Zylarith with an unsettling calm.
"What do you mean?"
Zylarith frowned.
All this while, he was under the assumption that Nux chose him because he believed he was the easiest target and while that was true to some level—
Nux had another motive.
A motive he hid even from his wives because he understood how dangerous it was.
"You control Chaos."
Nux began.
"Chaos is… Contradiction."
Zylarith didn't say anything, those were his words and they were correct. That was what Chaos was.
Nux smiled at his confused expression and—
"You see, I am somewhat of a Contradiction myself."
"What…?"
Zylarith frowned in confusion, Nux however, did not explain any further. He just looked around him.
The unstable Reality, the incorrect Space, the Time that did not flow in order, the entire battlefield that did not make sense and he—
He… accepted it all.
The battlefield was no longer his.
