Ah, the vessel was growing closer. It was young—weak. Yet, I could not reach it. Its mind was warded. Guarded. Not from me apparently. It was closed to the world. My words kept on falling on deaf ears. They had been for a while now. At first I thought it to be the distance between us, but now I was certain—Chaos must be aiding it. It was shielding it from me. How curious.

It was infuriating seeing how they always fought back right until their minds broke. We created them at great cost, yet they rejected us.

Even I, a shard of my self, should have been more than enough to subjugate its will. These creatures that called themselves humans barely had any and a vessel was naturally inclined to capitulate before its creators. They were but puppets made of organic matter to which we barely allowed any control over the greater energy of the universe. Yet, it hadn’t. The power I could exert wasn’t enough.

I touched the mind of one of my creations. “Bring it to me,” I told it. The mass of plumes, scales, and claws that it was rose to its taloned feet, and after a powerful beat of its wings, it took to the air.

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It was fortunate I found a vessel soon after waking. Now, it was but a matter of time until I would gain a body, and also get rid of those two followers of Chaos. One, I recognized. It had been here before. It destroyed the previous shard. The other, I wasn’t familiar with. The power it wielded could be dangerous if left to develop, however. Already once I allowed a possible menace to escape and grow, and the results had been catastrophic, setting the schedule back by decades, if not centuries.

I pulled Order to me and begun the arduous task of creating a new servant. After the one by the lake had been slain, and that other group had wounded the other, the number of creatures capable of standing up to humans on the same level of those two had fallen precariously low. My strongest creation yet lived, but I knew it to not be even remotely close to being able to take care of that human. All those years ago, it alone had been enough to kill four such creatures and destroy a shard, needless to say when there was another one too—albeit much, much weaker than the other was. How it had managed to survive its wounds all those years ago was a mystery—maybe the Aspect Chaos bestowed upon it was the reason why.

Briefly, I entertained the idea of reaching to my true self and ask for help, but I dropped that notion rather quickly. My true self had greater problems to worry about than some S-rank Awakened, as they liked to call themselves. Deranged all of them—corrupted would have fit them better in my opinion. They accepted Chaos and rejected Order. It was fortunate we found this place right before the Wave reached it—the consequences might have been dire otherwise. Earth was not a wound we could allow to fester. We had enough of those as it stood.