Looking into her eyes, which showed no hint of a joke, Lynn finally understood why she had been able to fight alone in the fallen Divine Realm for so many years without suffering any harm.
Being able to switch between chaotic and orderly states like Painter meant that, unless she encountered an entity vastly greater than herself, she was practically impossible to kill.
That really was terrifyingly powerful.
"Better not."
Lynn spoke earnestly.
"Although I trust you, I'll be in trouble if you lose control in your chaotic state. If you draw that calamity over here, we'll probably both be done for."
He did not really believe that she could control her body as reliably as her mother could.
Aivier glanced at him and said,
"You guessed right."
"Unless I'm certain to die otherwise, I don't dare switch into that state recklessly either. The last time I was beaten into a chaotic state, it took me hundreds of years to wake up again. The risk is enormous."
She did not dwell on the subject.
There were no reference points whatsoever in Chaos Deep Space. Especially after leaving the Nether Sea far behind, they felt as though they were merely going in circles in the utter darkness.
But clearly.
Aivier had her own way of determining their bearings.
Finally.
After sailing for who knew how long.
"Something ahead!"
Aivier abruptly raised her head. Her gaze flickered, and a trace of chaotic color danced in her eyes.
She instantly waved her hand, wiping away the darkness filled with chaotic power before them.
They immediately saw a winding galaxy appear at the edge of their vision, like a luminous ribbon.
Chaos Deep Space could devour even light. If they could still see light under these conditions, it could only mean that the region