The universe held its breath.
Inside Ryan's mind, it was a war. The black, oily chaos of the Schism Lord's "Instability Matrix" fought viciously against the clean, golden "Ordered god Code" he was pumping in from the Weaver.
It was like trying to mix oil and water in a blender set to its highest speed. The two forces slammed together, and for a terrifying moment, Ryan was sure his own mind was going to be the thing that shattered.
The Schism Lord in front of him was going crazy. Its body flashed between solid black and brilliant white, its shape twisting and contorting.
The silent, psychic screaming reached a fever pitch that made Ryan's nose start to bleed. The very air in the Foundry felt like it was about to tear apart.
Then, something unexpected happened.
The two forces, the pure chaos and the pure order, didn't destroy each other. And they didn't just cancel each other out. Instead, they began to merge.
