The chaos of the world didn't seem to have anything to do with Ryu. He enjoyed the body of his wives with a certain peace of mind that couldn't be described in just a few words.
Their delicate waists, their soft lips, the moistness of their folds. He indulged in a way that he hadn't in decades, as though he had forgotten just how much he enjoyed their touch and feel.
The outpouring of their souls caused them to connect one after another, and they gained a sense of comprehension for Fate and the mysteries it worked with.
Ryu had just spent decades comprehending the Path of Reincarnation and how it allowed such instantaneous travel, ignoring restrictions and making time seem like nothing more than a figment of one's imagination.
It was a profound application of Fate that relied on chaos. The game of choice that was life, the manipulation of the fundamental variables of the world.