Wizard Reed had expended considerable effort to understand these matters. He could no longer recall how many twists and turns he had taken on his path to this realization.
Fortunately, he had finally grasped the key; all he needed to do was give a gentle push.
Wizard Reed gazed into the distance. He had never believed in Divination or the Scholars' calculations; all plans could change, the future was unpredictable.
Under the leadership of Chieftain Willem, he had fully plunged into chaos.
Chaos is the source of all actions, born in chaos, and perishing in chaos. Everything in chaos is like those dogs chasing after running vehicles; whoever gives them bones, they will halt their steps.
These bones are the conditions that govern all things.
