Once more, sitting cross-legged on Chaos Boulder, James gazed at the texts of the Chaos Sacred Art before him. They bore some resemblance to the texts of the Doom Race but were distinct and unique in their own way.

“The Chaos Master used Chaos Power to record his words, which are his chronicles of the mysterious voices he learned, the Nine Voices of Chaos,” James murmured softly.

Then, he closed his eyes and began to ponder deeply. The mysterious voices echoed incessantly in his mind, and the