The sky above the broken temple was quiet but the ground was not. Dust floated like ash as two figures stood still in the heart of a dead place. Lucian faced Ian. His long coat moved only a little in the hot wind. His eyes were sharp and cold.
"You want to reach the next stage" Lucian said. "Then you must forget everything you know about control."
Ian blinked. "The next form… is it more dangerous than Chaos Archangel?"
Lucian gave a slow nod. "It is called Chaotic Evildoer. You will not just hold chaos. You will become it. There will be no mercy in you. Only judgment and destruction."
Ian looked down at his hands. Chaos energy already moved inside him. He could feel it. It was like fire that listened. But it had not burned him. Not yet.
"What is the difference?" he asked. "Between the Archangel and the Evildoer?"
