Silver stood in the heart of chaos and madness in the heart of fridom—the house shattered, their lives in ruins, the house was consumed by black flames the symbol of chaos,a new chaos seeker was born that's day in the heart of madness, Chaos, freedom he rise.
Robert stared at his son, now consumed by madness. His mind swirled with guilt, recalling every time he'd raised his hand against Silver, wandering if it was the reason,Blood seeped from his bitten lip as he muttered through the taste of iron, "I was just trying to help… my son. I saw the path he was on, and it disappointed me.
But I still believed in him. He wanted to save the world—that belief kept me going despite the anger in my heart, maybe my actions was the trigger of this madness.But no more."
With a clenched fist, Robert shattered a red crystal in his hand. From it emerged a magnificent sword—crafted from Emperor Steel, forged by dwarves. Its glow reflected the flames around him. He took a stance amidst the destruction.
"If I must get rid of you, son," he said solemnly, "then I'll follow you after. For the sake of the world he screamed.
Silver beamed with disturbing joy happiness . He began to clap, voice light and twisted. "You never wanted or thinking of save the world.
You just another suffering soul by ideas, responsibility, roles, far away from freedom,no abstracts will stop me from savings all people like you, I guide all the suffering souls from there self.
Just look at your self the ideas the believe you are hosting all your gears makes you suffer unable to move unable to taste the freedom.
But me? I have no gears I have all the freedom in the world.
he added with a sympathetic tone, like i found it i make you found it too.
Robert lunged forward, swinging the sword with fury, but Silver danced around each strike like the wind itself.
My body isn't strong enough for a prolonged fight, Silver thought. I need to finish this quickly—I still have work to do this world will not save himself.
As Robert continued to attack, Silver gracefully dodged, each movement calculated. Then he pointed toward his mother, who was being savagely beaten by Emily.
"Good job, Emily," Silver said cheerfully. "Keep it up."
Emily, his eyes glowing red, laughed manically as he struck the woman again and again.
Robert turned, horrified. In that split second of distraction, Silver struck—his liver piercing Robert's side, blood gushing from his mouth.
"Sorry, Father," Silver whispered. "I'll end you quickly. No... I'm the savior of this world. I must keep going. Even if it means encoding you into its end."
Silver looks at Emily and said enough let's go.
Emily suddenly stopped and turned.
"Master," he asked in a hungry voice, "are we done? I want more."
Silver looked at him with a twisted smile before letting out a manic laugh.
Robert, gasping, said, "I... I need to use it... I can't fight him without—"
A radiant light burst from his body.
Silver's eyes narrowed. "You really intend to kill me?"
Robert's voice shook. "I'll end you—for the world's sake."
He swung the glowing blade, but just before it reached Silver, a silver cloak flashed between them. Ignil had arrived.
"You know what happens if you do this," Ignil shouted.
He stood firm, facing both of them. "We can still catch him. Rest a should i dealt with it all.
Robert dropped to his knees, barely holding his sword, struggling not to collapse.
Ignil looked around. "Look at this madness. If you kill him now, the spell will remain active. We must stop this carefully."
Robert coughed, "Save Elsa first…"
But Silver interrupted, his voice venomous. "Forgot me already, Ignil? And how the hell are you here?"
Ignil answered calmly, "We skipped the knights' meeting. After what happened to the children at the palace… I feared something like this."
Silver stepped back. "Emily's not ready yet. But the family can still serve as useful hostages."
"You underestimate us," Ignil warned. "The other knights are handling the situation."
Silver's grin faded slightly. "I was planning to split them up… but I see."
Ignil moved, attempting to capture Silver—but the flames twisted into a monstrous shape, blocking his path.
A voice echoed from the dark fire, empty and haunting:
"He is one of us now."
Ignil's eyes widened. "A Chaos Seeker…"
He struck the fiery wall, but his attack passed through without effect.
He turned to see Silver smiling coldly. Me or they.
"Going to save them?" Silver asked mockingly. "Fire's spreading.
And don't forget that I placed explosion spells around the house. Choose wisely, Knight."
Ignil stood frozen in shock as the fire roared around him.
"You're a knight—bound by laws and roles all the gears that makes you suffer but no more i save you," Silver continue. "But me? I'm free. You can't defeat me. You don't have a choice.
But I do.
I have all the choices.
Ignil pointing his sword on silver, my believe it what makes us how we are,all the gears work together to make this world balanced.