Everything has a time. Everything has a place. Everything has a balance. The world exists because it was allowed to. A delicate system that was handcrafted by Time himself to be perfect, to be balanced. His workers, forces as timeless as him, ensured the balance was kept so life could continue to thrive, to grow, to evolve. No one threatened the balance more than humans. Humans, who rarely saw the world beyond what was right before them. Ignorance was something they had perfected over years of existence, and ignorance fed Chaos. Chaos wanted nothing more than a world unbalanced, a world broken and fearful, where order was no longer present, and he was determined to succeed, through any means necessary. For Time, it was a battle, for Chaos it was a game, but whether it was a battle or game, losing wasn't an option. The fate of the world was left to the humans, the unknowing pawns in the game. But Chaos is not so easily overcome.