With the decision of him fusing with the Gene out of the way, then he had at least a free day to himself and Zeras knew just what he needed to do, which was to keep practicing how to form the Chaos ball and comprehending the first Principle of Chaos.
Sitting down in the center of his living room, Zeras calmed down his breathing as he slowly raised his right hand upwards and crisscrossed his fingers.
"Chaotic Existence Skills, Hollow Domain…" He muttered gently as Abysmally dark shadows emanated beneath his feet, quickly covering his figure in a thick cocoon of darkness that sat at the center of his living room.
Opening his eyes once again, he found himself in the throne room, the long row of crimson steps beneath him and the spiky dark throne he was sitting on.
Sitting on the throne gave him the feeling of absoluteness, almost as if a voice were whispering into his ears that there was nothing he couldn't achieve once he sat on it.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!