Empty as Hal felt, he still noted a connection between himself and the piece of Order that had just been ripped out of him, and that made him feel worse.
The monk held the formless piece of Order that had been synthesized with Chaos and when he looked over at Primordial Will, the Avatar of Chaos, he chuckled with a smug smile that seemed a tad out of place on his usually benign smiling face.
Primordial Will had furrowed brows as it watched that energy but it said nothing and made no attempts to go after it... A few seconds passed and he looked over at Nihasa,
"You truly believe you picked the winning side?" he asked her in a voice of barely restrained rage.
Nihasa looked as though she had not heard him speak and had not heard that underlying tone of anger as she shrugged,