Chương 1832: Darkness

Ryu stood slowly, his white robes billowing in the wind. 

He sensed the change before it came, the atmosphere of the world shifting and tending toward chaos. 

He understood what was happening even without having to be there. It was clear to him that this was a case of morphing the world toward a state of Chaos. 

This particular Holy World was in the Real Plane and was, as such, an advantageous battlefield for the Fey and other races of this side. 

However, this didn't have to be permanent. The moment Ryu saw this situation, he came to understand how it might be possible.

'Interesting. It seems that my opponents aren't arrogant and are taking the necessary steps. The question is... should I see how far I can push this commotion? Or should I try to end it all right here and now?'

Ryu was obviously not afraid of the Chaos Plane. It might affect others, but it would make no tangible difference to his combat style one way or another.