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SOFTCORE

Chaos is not an anomaly. It's not a mistake. It's not a deviation that disrupts the natural order. It is the natural order. It's in our blood, a legacy woven into our DNA, passed down through the generations. It's in the rise and fall of empires, in the echoes of history that tell of war and revolution, in the desperate hunger that drives humanity forward. It's in the air we breathe, heavy with the remnants of past storms and thick with the whispers of battles yet to come.

Even the earth beneath our feet holds chaos within its depths. We walk on borrowed ground, blind to the restless slumber of the world itself, unaware of the power lurking beneath the surface. The land we call home isn't ours—it's a force of itself, shifting beneath the weight of our arrogance. The mountains were not born from peace, but from fire and upheaval. The oceans do not move in stillness, but in a relentless, roaring dance with the moon. The sky does not simply exist; it churns with tempests, with fury, with the unchecked power of a being far greater than ourselves.

Chaos isn't just destruction, it's creation. Without it, there's no change, no progress, no evolution. It's the strike of lightning that sets the forest ablaze, but from that destruction, new life rises. It's the shattering of stars that births new galaxies. It's the unrest in the human spirit, the voice that screams against stagnation, the hunger for something more. It's the fire in our bones, the very essence of what makes us alive.

We fear it because we do not understand it. We label it as disorder, as madness, as something to be tamed or avoided. But the truth is, we aren't separate from it. We are made of it. We are chaos incarnate, walking contradictions of flesh and will, creatures of instinct and ambition, forever at war with ourselves.

And without chaos, we are nothing.

For what is life without struggle? What is existence without the unpredictable, the uncontrollable, the wild force that keeps the universe in motion? We do not thrive in stillness. We do not grow in comfort. We are meant to burn, to break, to rebuild.

Because in the end, chaos is not just our nature, it is our purpose.

And who would know this better than anyone else but Kallias Ardian, a child of dual worlds. In one world, she radiated a force that could topple kingdoms. In another, she was reminded that her veins pulsed with human blood, a constant reminder that a demigod was not free from the weight of mortality.

So when Valentina de Fontaine came knocking, Kal had no idea what she was about to be dragged into. Certainly not another war, and definitely not a found family made of broken, volatile, half-mad superheroes who called themselves the Thunderbolts.