Dreyfus Desgarron sharply opened his eyes.
He could sense something wrong.
'What's this?' He stared at his two hands and frowned deeply. 'What is happening?'
He could feel his body trembling.
Something was wrong with him, physically at least. It was as though maggots were invading the recesses of his flesh, but there was no such thing.
The discomfort just felt similar to that.
'Is this… Order Art?'
He quickly sat upright and examined his body.
He felt it—an incompatibility.
'It's too faint to detect. It must have blended in with everything, even the air, but I can sense the effects on my body.' His frown became even fiercer as he felt his heart racing.
Somehow, his body had been infected with an Order Imprint.
This was something that would very strongly affect beings of chaos like himself. After all, Nethers were made in the image of the Ancient Chaos God and were largely incompatible with Order.
