The God of Chaos (Unedited)

Chapter 60: Descent of the gods

Willard got up from the bed and walked towards the small window at the center of the room. He stood there staring at warriors, who wore the Gerret insignia, and maids who went about their day. His mind was currently filled with questions. He couldn't quite figure out how he survived and how the entire Gerret household wasn't purged out of existence. "This shouldn't be right. That saint should have killed me. Something big must have happened."

While thinking about all that, the door to the room cracked open breaking Willard out of his train of thoughts. He turned to see the surprised look on the maid that had just walked in. The maid quickly greeted him and ran straight to the main mansion.

In this past couple of months, Sebastian's popularity and prestige had reached a very high level. He had taken more formal responsibility for running the affairs of the Gerret household. On this day, he was currently going through some books and making some scribbles in another. A maid rushed into the study, breaking Sebastian's concentration. "Master, he is up." She said breathing heavily.

"Who is up?" He asked somewhat confused.

"Sir Willard, he is up." she responded once again.

The look on Sebastian's face changed as he left the study in a hurry. Over the past couple of months, Sebastian had experienced one the greatest levels of respect from every single person within the city including his father, and he knew all of that was due to the efforts of Willard. Unfortunately, Willard had ended up fighting against a saint and was left in a near death state. In actuality, all of the health experts had warned everyone to not have any high expectation for Willard's recovery.

As Sebastian rushed out of the main mansion, the words the maid said to him kept reverberating in his mind. As Sebastian got closer to the quarters that housed Willard, he saw a familiar figure surrounded by various people. The strange thing was that this figure seemed perfectly groomed and healthy. Almost as if he had never been in a coma in the first place. "Willard!" Sebastian said as he approached.

Sebastian had been in a state of mild depression after the battle with the Minya forces. This wasn't entirely because his friend was in a coma, but rather it was a combination of various things. It must be noted, that Willard had fought with a famous saint at the 3rd level, while he was still in the elemental energy level. In the history of the four continents, there had never been such a character to exist. Who wouldn't be in a depression when such a talent was in a coma, with the odds against them. Now that Willard was up, Sebastian couldn't help but think of the future. Having someone as talent as Willard on his side was his greatest fortune. If such a character were to break into the ranks of saints, who would dare go against such a foe. Thinking about all this made Sebastian break into an even bigger smile.

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Within the Western continent.

A middle aged man with brown curly hair was slowly walking towards mansion secluded in the snowy plains. As the man walked across the snow, a strange scene was unfolding. The snow seemed to mysterious move away from the man. Even the snow that laid still on the floor all made way for the man to walk pass them. As the man got to the gate of the mansion, he stopped and looked directly up into the sky.

"Hurry up and come in." A voice said, while the man with the curly brown hair smiled and disappeared from the gate. Within a room inside of the mansion, the curly brown haired man appeared beside another man who had strange look to him. If Willard had been there, he would have recognized this man as Svecko.

"What do you want?" Svecko coldly asked.

"The Lord of Paisis has requested your presence."

Svecko got up and immediately disappeared. "Why are you in such a bad mood?" the brown curly haired man said as he disappeared from the room. They both soared high up in the sky flying towards the direction of the Lord of Paisis. "Why is the Lord requesting my presence Ladio?" Svecko asked him somewhat impatiently. "To be honest, I have no idea. My guess is just as good as yours," Ladio said in response. Svecko stared at him for a couple of seconds before moving his gaze elsewhere.