Chaos Finale

Mayhosy, capital of the Grand Chaos Hegemony.

Within an empty office, a man sat cross legged as he seemed to be in deep meditation.

His entire figure was covered by overlapping white and golden robes as only his dark grey eyes could be seen.

Though he hismelf couldn't be seen, his aura was blatant for all to feel as with a single glance one would recognise him.

Fate Inquisitor Sarzamor. A man renowned for his cruel yet meticulous acts during the many wars that the Grand Chaos Hegemony had engaged in.

"Hm?"

A stream of information reached his mind as the more he analysed it, the more intrigued he seemed to become.

"Interesting. Could this be linked to the recent havoc caused by him…? Hm…"

"I'll go check."

He stood up then soundlessly vanished, his body shooting through the layers of space as he rapidly headed toward the Warmsalt Village.

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