Primordial Chaos Sect
John walked into the vast hall of the Sect, where Adams lounged on a throne, his expression one of boredom. His fingers casually manipulated the elements around him, conjuring fire, water, earth, and wind, twisting them into intricate forms. His control was so precise that even the gods of these elements would hang their heads in shame.
"What brings you here, John?" Adams asked without sparing him a glance, his voice nonchalant as the advanced elements shifted into more dangerous, volatile ones. Despite the rising intensity, Adams barely seemed to care, treating the spectacle as a trivial amusement.
John's face was tense as he approached, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "He's here. He's sent twelve of his foremen to ransack the Human Continent. Half of the Divine Plane's population is housed there. He knows where to strike."
