Excerpt from The Chaos Princess

Prologue: The Sundering

In the beginning was Chaos. Unbounded, dancing through void and shadow like a cosmic storm of pure possibility. Stars flickered to life and died in the same heartbeat. Creatures with thousand wings sang worlds into existence, only to devour them before first sunrise. Nothing lasted. Nothing had to. Everything simply was, then wasn't, then became something else entirely.

Until Law took root.

A single, stubborn idea cut through the flux like a blade through silk. Where Chaos flowed, Law stood. Where Chaos dreamed, Law built. Suddenly there were borders, shapes that held form, hierarchies with meaning. For the first time in eternity, things had permanence.

War was inevitable.

Chaos recoiled from this rigid newcomer that dared impose limits. Law shuddered at the hungry tide that defied all reason. The cosmos became their battlefield, littered with galactic wreckage, echoing with screams that would never fade.

Neither could destroy the other. Neither could yield.

In desperation—or wisdom—the greatest sorcerers met on the dying world of Ashen Star. There, where neither force claimed victory, they wove the unprecedented: the Verge. A metaphysical wall separating their realms forever. No war, no commerce, no contact.

They called it peace. In truth, it was division made absolute.

To the Lords of Law, compromise meant corruption. To the Lords of Chaos, it meant death of possibility. And so Primal Law and Primal Chaos split in two, destined to remain divided for all time.

Or so they believed.