Roy ignored the weird glances thrown his way.
He was in a world of his own, lost in deep thoughts.
'Chaos managed to transform them into its sword and ice. I should be able to do it too. But it's just that this time, they won't be causing destruction and helping Chaos grow. They will be following my orders to prevent doomsday. They will work for me and the good of the world and destroy the temples of Chaos, kill its servants and believers and eradicate all signs of its existence in Far West.'
Far West needed to be saved from the hands of Chaos Because without a world, how would he or any other human survive?
Thus, just like how it provides for every living being, he had to help it unconditionally.
