O Eye of Order, your fate and mine intertwined at this moment.
You were the cornerstone of the world.
Wherever your gaze swept, rivers and streams, and the movement of the stars, all followed order.
As the breeze began to stir, you had already opened your eyes to me.
Chu Mu opened his eyes.
He felt something extraordinary: the world was intimately connected to him.
Every blade of grass, every tree, every flower and leaf was linked to his senses.
He saw countless white threads dangling from the sky.
It gave him the impression that the world was an enormous stage, filled with string puppets.
But Silver Wolf, Herta, Stelle, March 7th, and Number Seven had no such threads attached to them.
The threads attached to Goff hung slack.
He had already escaped fate. Order could no longer govern him.
At that moment, Chu Mu's eyes turned gold.
March 7th looked at Chu Mu, then at Stelle.
Stelle covered her face and said in anguish:
"Damn it, he got the real thing."
Our eyes were both golden, but mine couldn't glow!
With a thought, Chu Mu reached forward and grasped at the air.
In an instant, the earth shook.
The distance between the group and Giantwood Tower shrank in an instant.
The building stood right before them.
An immense tree rose from within the building. Countless vines hung from its crown, writhing wildly like enormous serpents in flight.
Chu Mu searched with his gaze.
Where was Kafka?
Anxiety inevitably gripped Chu Mu.
Just then, a man walked out.
He stared fixedly at Chu Mu, his expression pained and furious, like a collector watching a flawless work of art shatter.
The man snapped:
"Idiot! You actually awakened the Eye of Order!"
Chu Mu stared coldly at the man and said:
"Where's