Deep within the chaos.
The Office of Light was blasted out of the churning abyss by a single heavy strike from Kaos, tumbling in utter disarray as he crashed back into the Peace Committee's interior.
His life aura was draining at terrifying speed.
In a panic, he recalled the World Relic—the Crystal of Peace—and suspended it before the Committee's main gate, forcing it to bloom with radiance. In an instant, it activated an absolute defensive barrier, one that drew upon the deepest rules and order interwoven between the Committee and the Celestial Light God Realm itself.
Kaos stood at the edge of the chaos, unhurried and composed, idly toying with a strand of rule-thread he had peeled from the void. A playful smile hung at the corner of his lips as he looked toward the barrier—and toward the pale, weakened Office of Light behind it.
The Office of Light let out a muffled grunt, his face ashen.
