Adion put his hands out, and his dragon-head cufflinks glimmered golden. They were beautifully crafted in gold, with green enamel scales and two red garnet eyes that lit up white. Wyatt’s rings came to mind as I watched threads of concentrated energy pour out of the dragons’ open mouths, swirling into a sphere the size of my head. It hovered above the desk, and an image formed inside.
I understood then that I was being shown a vivid illustration of what Adion was telling me. The universe glimmered at the center of it, shifting to closeups of distant planets and constellations.
“Chaos is exactly that. Unruly, wild, and intense. If we let it do as it pleases, it will consume and destroy us,” Adion explained. “At the same time, Chaos is a ruthless negotiator. What it gives, it takes. For ev
