"Chaos holds the upper hand and has for some time," Anya near sighed, tapping the ash from her cigarette with distaste. "The balance has been in keeping it from growing stronger, and even that was undone. The thorns continue to grow, giving Chaos more power as it eats away at Order's hold on the land. And Order continues to call in mere children and fools to stamp into its molds and title heroes as it always has."