In a unique area in the Seas of Tian.
In a region very few others could actually arrive to, where the golden rivers that connected the Nine Seas converged before diverging again toward their respective destinations, there was an obsidian sea filled with rivers of gold flowing all around.
The obsidian was very potent as it distinguished nothing else other than Chaos.
Chaos... in its most primal and terrifying state was not disorder. It was the absence of the necessity for order, the raw potential from which all possibilities emerged before differentiation forced them into specific forms. It was the state before states existed, the condition that preceded conditions, the formlessness that contained all forms within its infinite lack of definition. True Chaos did not destroy order. It simply existed in a way that made order's presence or absence equally irrelevant.
At this moment, that definition of Chaos seemed to be swirling in the eyes of The Groundskeeper.
