Earlier inside the house, Chaos had tried to lift Ballister up from the ground, but it hadn't been easy for him. In the span of the moment and rush of adrenaline, Chaos did the first thing that came to his mind; grab the piece of painting from Ballister's hand and then dash out of the room. He didn't mind that his shirt was stained with blood; he kept running back to Morville. It was only Kael who could help Ballister right now, and no one else.
"Godfather! Godfather!!" Chaos kept shouting, though his legs were getting weaker. He'd complained to Ballister that he was tired, but Chaos knew a life was on the line with every moment that passed. Though he knew he could be overbearing sometimes, Ballister had been the only friend he'd ever had. Despite the age difference, Ballister always treated him well and never raised his voice at him.
